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on my Chest
They really cre the best
Put the Hood on the map
Went and got me a Check
What did you expect
Racing like a corvette
Bought to hop on da Jet
he feel the same
Been trapping on the north and east
But from south of the James
I been all around the world but
It's still Richmond what I claim
He
you can't save this
They tried to take the swag, you can't claim this
I'm going out the pavement, I'm going out the statement
You niggas the lamest, I
can
And as far as this blank map
I'm bout to color it in
In another attempt
I'm fusing all the mistakes
Kick back summon some friends
Now Imma call it
just be policing
Niggas claim hetero, but these niggas be dick eating
Knew she was a liar, her best quality's deceiving
That's just how it goes, always
all your packs
For all the kids think they raw
Man just get up out the trap
Y'all niggas can't trust me
Right now I'm drawing up a map
To get y'all
I get paid to post on Insta
I got killers on my finsta 
I cant see a hater on my map just like equater
Bitches at the house but i got hoes across
Ain't runnin' ma city but ma homies are ready to put it on the map
We struggle to eat and drink that's why we focus on conscious rap
Ready to go
I'm falling and losing my death to me
My niggas be up, it's destiny
I'm back again
Baby, don't cross the map again
Rocking Dior, I'ma max the blade
getting money I don't party
Shawty said she like Patron
But I gave her Carti
I knew them niggas was slime in my city
Don't get me started
Niggas claim they
ain't just about the name and imprint, you make it into a bigger picture

I'm in a race to go nowhere with maps to no destination
I wonder if cupids arrow
the eighth grade
He was going far since the eighth grade
We was smoking gas in the eighth grade
Could've flipped a pack in the eighth grade
We been on the map
a flight to Japan now
He was lacking caught that nigga with his pants down
Pause they knowing we the best and that's hands down
Claim America but born in
Typing on the screen
Talk Shit Can't Rap In Reality ,
Malibu most wanted Cash it in the hand for a Better Robot Rhyme like Peter Griffin,
False Claims
longer bound by whispers in the night
I claim my voice and fill it with new light
The path ahead unfolds a map unfurled
With courage as my guide I face
to fake
Arms, extended for people, I said it
I'm tryna effect in the city I claim
It's that, tiger town, living
What I rap about in this
Authentic,
freedom
You ain't gonna live twice, bitch, there ain't no re-run
Don't go fuck around too much, I'll be playin' like a free runin

Niggas claim they bought
of it
Been knew she was going
On the net she claim She celibate
She gonna eat the dick
Cause i know iso Ian average
Took a pretty penny cross the map
Jus
on a map
While they market our oppression, learning lessons from a trap

Every light has got a plaque hard to act okay
When every pause in my progress got
Xans, now we all late
Feds watch the trap, cause we the biggest spot on the map
Bosses don't sleep, all we do is take a couple naps
I ain't finna trip,
I been up since i pursued rap
Money counter all the blue stacks
I decided just to move back
Bay Area look like a new map
I gotta keep my eyes peeled
a natural star
Give a fuck about what he claim, we pull up on your block, we hot
No time for the fake shit, bitch, it's Tubie, you with me or not
Yea bitch,
shit, when I see you better snap
You walk up in your party, boy, you better get it back
Give a fuck about respect, put my name up on the map
Came up out
compass true and maps in hand, they roamed, (oh, roam)
Far from English home, where dreams of glory bloomed. (from home)

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