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green by any means, you in between, you off your feet
Nah ain't shit sweet inside this motherfucker,
Baby I'm not here to be your lover,
Need this paper

only took me 3 minutes just to pop a fuckin titty,
I can do it with no hands, make her man look shitty

Niggas better learn my name cuz the kid up next,

to white and love turns to hate
Nixon was a great man who fought for peace and jobs
Not one single hippy was ever beaten by the cops

Natives of America,

Still my favorite thing about you is easily how much you make me see how I could be a better man
But it was written in the stars, I'd never hold you in my

out my pocket
Hit my bitch friend cause I'm toxic
Trio pulled up with a 8, we finna drop it
You better buy a gun, we into it, I ain't boxin
Whites

My mom was like, who were the black boys you was with
I said those were my buddies
No, Kevin, those were drug dealers
I just sold 25 percs in one

to lose to risk a touch up
Gifting luck up is tragic strategy
Jewels ta pigs, being struck up, by a down strike
Early outs for pride don't help the bruh

to stick you up, I would've took everything
Including your life, wait till a few weeks go by
Hit the cemetery, dig you up, and tell you one last goodbye
Then

just can't let up, I just can't let up, nah-nah

Woo, boy you better talk your shit

Shit, turn me up a little more, man
Woo, woo, woo, yeah
It's after

when the water running
I'm out like gunning I needed gas man but I'm still coming
I fucked the girls out of her hair but now I'm straight hunting

Uh huh 
Uh huh
Whoo
Yeah, yeah, let's get it 

Fuck you 

cy, yeah
What up my niggas and niggettes
If you ain't know by now, yeah I been next 
Gained

Never understood, no one ever understand
Dropped out of school must not have a plan
Dont got a job no woman no man
Tried to find your own style, started

From the days on the base
We on some grown man shit nowadays, But'll still put it in a hater face

Never too late, go ahead and set that date, And we

Chiming dimes and dollar bills
So if you standin' by, you better know the fuckin' drill
I'm in my bag, I'm on the top
I'm the king, you the flock
I am that

the gates
Stay the fuck from out my realm you better know your fucking place
Matte black caddy with abandoned on the plates
Bitch I ran over your daddy got

were really tough
Escaping the web of life
But the more,I got enstrunged
Couldn't take a step
nowhere to run
Pitched black
No hope to gain,
No dreams

fuckin' space
'Cause I'm falling off again

And I'm calling for you
Yeah I'm calling for you

No such thing as black and white
It's all gray you better hold

the load, to her neighbors,
Risked it all, for my brothers Ah do it Again, aint countin' favors,
Niggas worried what my gang
Doin', better find some Motion,

would leave you
Cause of how precious you are How mysterious but hideous
The soul you carry inside by far, as far as I've seen
The vibes bring
Nothing but

cold
Motherfuckers better go
Out of me you get no penny
All about the fetti
Super necessary
I am coming for the dough
No, you ain't ready
Coming real

While the colors run
And nothings black or white but man
I'm starting to believe
That our world would be better if we all were painted green
And every

said hey, We'll go nowhere
We'll be right here, year after year
And we said
About time need the youth to wake up
Don't be fooled by the fake hiding under

We pop right out that cut all black trench-coat shit like Blade We caught a nigga loafin', bro said fuck it scuffed his J's Man fuck a 223 this Drako

make me pop that trunk
If I pop that trunk- boy u better run
Running man with the pack it's a touchdown
Doin drills and I bet he feel a rush now
See my