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T.R.E. 
'Ll roll with ya
When ya think ya outta my reach
I let the 4 hit ya
Underestimatin' lil daddy
Gon get ya shook
Stretched out cold 
Ya

bitch was real sexy but I left her on read when I took her lil ass to poundtown
I can't cuff on no shawty with more than 5 bodies, bitch you hoe, sit down

the tooth
Pint in the liter, jugg school, no teachers
Been lick season, comin' up by the meter
Always got the baddest bitch
My ex lil' mad, she wasn't shit

Killing tracks then i vanish

Hear the art of the sound pound the Ground all around you
Got the yeezys on like i'm teg and i'm Bound 2 drown you with

was in a track meet
You mortals can’t combat me
I push weight like athlete
Need a Mary Kate & Ashley
You ain’t gotta steal, just ask me
Knock out

veins
Eyes red like that fire, thin like some hair strings
Singing clearer than a c.d., making a weak track right
(I'm Mr. Pymp Style) Tyte Eyez my nigga,

school, flyest on the scene/
Got a lil Crew of niggas.. I mean kings/
Got himself a Mustang, boy too clean/
But see the only Thing on his mind is a girls

(Catch 22 you can tell by the sound)
(ZombieOnTheTrack)
Mobbin' round town like I ain't got nothin' to lose
Mike a young fly nigga they sayin' it

of advice, Don't try to fight it
Cause you'll only get it worse
So many syllables when I spit
You thought I had the beat by the neck and
I force fed it words

in Mr jones, I can't lie
Baby (O oh)
Ever seen the club look like 4th of July
Baby? You a real bitch
Type of shit you can't pirate it
I know a lot been

When I was drug dealing, man (yeah)
I made a killing, man (yeah)
I'm not broke, I cop coke by the kilogram
Fuck how your feeling, man (what)
I

Time moves by
I've gotten older
My faith is strong
It's getting bolder
I made mistakes
So they got colder
I brush That dust
Right off my shoulder
Cuz

be by my side til death
I still can't figure it out 
When I took the wrong path
You went and ducked out
Now I'm on a new track 
I did anything for you

Yo this shits happening so fast man 
I got this shit 

Met a boy from the uptown
Took a lil bad shawty downtown
Didn't mess with me then but I'm up

the underground heat four times a month
Four times that only need 16 to climb back
Define rap it ain't me I'm all that
I lap these niggas ten times on this track

You used to spit that shit
Service lip by lip
I guess you slip that shit
To get us bent on it
Fuckin' trifling dick
Like a trifling bitch
It took

the venom like a Nidorino
Everybody wants free rides
Y'all Bag Bak my ass
I'm not Lapras, you all thrash my back
'Cause I carried tracks back
When Wrap was

A Puerto-Rican nigga name Moe, plus J-Kooly (My lil bro) he go by Saturn though
Yeah, I'm stepping out with the boys, looking like a unit (Ha-ha)
Dripping to hard

Denounce my oath as a slayer of the beast
And keep the ship afloat with pure heat
Girls know me by my gamertag
"Mr steal your girl" oops, my bad
You

the car turn hot
All my niggas call me, "Mr. Go and get the party shot"
She asked me where I am at, and I said, "Wherever you are" (Wherever!)
She asked me

that's a top ten goat
Can't float on a track like me, we can talk it out
Yeah, I don't do no comparisons
These rappers you repping embarrass us
I been

with scopes
Bean in thе Bentley, I'm jiggy, she dig me
Steam in the hemi, my fleece was by Ricky
Them boys can have not a piece of this city
My young

Making other pirates' flows sound
Like Speak and Spell
And I'm Bangarang, Captain Hook
Top chap in my whole pack of crooks
The chapter book king backed by

a dealer, I ain't steal shit
Ain't gotta sell no crack now in the trap now
Dope I'm whipping up is the track now, put the mac down
Only thing I want's