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just good with the talk
Collect yo bitch, she be hogging the blunt
Calling my phone, shawty this what you want?
Know I gat molley and percocets, acid

the grass
Can tell by the real from the
Fake when you see shit astroturf (Astroturf)
Yo I heard your mum got served
And your girls next
But she's not that

brudda, fit it right in
Yo I could be sipping fiddich or could be the ink gin
Yo I feel like T-Pain cus like all I do is win
Girlfriend came in frowning,

desperate jaw dropping
Your dynamite sticks on
Shit, flame on, the explosion, shit, I’m hot
C’mon i will kill you up in my
Dream, but in real life, yo

they come in yo house
Up Early morning, send shoots for warning
Get papers like by mail
I’m Fresh from my head to my toe
No evil shall come against me

to remove the tin off the windows
I was in limbo, I told my amigos
We was too free yo, I said adios
Oh, for the glory, yeah, adios
To carry something real

delirious
If you lived in a real slum
Without food or running water
Where police drive by and
Kill sons and daughters
You would give your right arm for

that's a no no 

(Vixxen Verse)

Yo fuck the feds
Yeah fuck the cops 
I don't give two shits about none of y'all 
I'm tired of all of you talkin shit
You

your time but I'm sorry it's alright though
I've always hated crying so I put it on the side yo
Instead I close my eyes imagine lights shine in the night

man

Start off by lettin you know, See the pen that's Pai Mei
Mixed with Chris Tucker gettin real money from Friday
On some nice haze, that could have

the 'vard
Actin hard, not fraud
Comin through Po-yo gotta yella broad
Automatic hoe, gotta yella hoe
Comin through the boulevard can't rock 'n roll
I never

gettin paid just to pay it back
I’ll call a nigga pussy, and I bet he won’t say it back
Now this when real niggas push playback
Needle in the haystack

your hood sipping tea
I know u fake, don't need a clarificacion
Daamn
Did it by myself, don't need a gang nigga
U and yo gang just flexin wit them shit's

straight out the Earth
My niggaz put in that work
Don’t get yo face put on a shirt
I’m from the trenches Wit fiends and Park I come for life if you snitch

systematically flawed
They don't want us involved
The land of the free
Until we don't stand or applaud 
Or salute they flags 
Hung us by a neuce and dragged us

Coming soon

See that's your problem. Putting too much stress on the signal
Letting everything get to you. Just sit back. Take yo time, unwind
Focus

last names
And I'm hearing them talk
I'm hearing them say 'yo I swear this kids bout to take off
Cos nobody's doing it like that guy
Nobody doing it like

"This afternoon we want to talk about"
"Now I want you brothers to dig where we coming from"
[WC]
Five yers ago when I was in high school
No bills

and every day i face him

That's real talk it ain't none of that fictional chatter
Studio my kitchen i'm just busy perfecting the batter
Stepping to the plate

nothing)
Just ride around all day in the backseat finished
Sipping green lean by force
(By force though)
I just said if a nigga pour up four times a month

it's deadlier
And I been tryna call out my own routes
But it's never audible
I'm back in the pocket though
Reset the common flow
But on some real talk we

way
I'm on my way
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
She's my lady
Smiles inside her eyes
If angels are real
Then I pray she flys
Away from the hate
And those who despise

You bout to bend and break
And yo seed
Gone see the real you
When I dig yo grave
You sold ya soul to the soil
You Devils never prayed

Line up

close through one eye
I'm thinking I should do 0 - 60 and run by
But the road blocked and Mr. cop don't look gun shy
He said "how far anything for