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of us high, like I am faded
Swallow the kids, I know you gon' taste it
Can't fuck with lil shorty, I think she too basic
Messed up his mom, look what you

much blood on my hands
How many times did I give you a chance

You really want me I can tell by your glance
She said she could do it without using hands

hugs
Take over the throne, that's part of my prophecy
Say you keepin' it real, that's the biggest hypocrisy
You ain't a thug, lil' man, we go way back

in the spot and we get caught up by the Jakes, we gotta dip
Don't be a snitch or when I catch you, I'ma take you on a trip
I never bang, but I be

own, don't ask me for a hand, that's over with
All the scars from gettin' backstabbed, the pain permanent

Had to get right by myself, tighten up that

that got put here to make ya AUX split
Start a war and bomb every muhfucka talkin'
Bangarang, whole map is the fuckin' gang
Purple rain, be bloody by end

I did shit on my own, nobody helped me with shit, I was on that block by myself, toting on blick
It was just, Me and my guys all alone, tryna get

new diamond chain, it's gon' hang low
Oh yeah, yeah
You look misdirected come get crowned by a king
Ain't no BFE ho, come get down with the team

She

tickets
Missed them gunshots, but got struck by a whole car
Healed from a fractured hip and was left with a whole scar
Got left with like two dents, lookin'

plays after work for I went home
Steady talkin on my name but they unknown
Nun but killaz and dem drillaz in my zone
They got blicks with the sticks like

closer to the edge
almost falling off a building 'im dangle by a thread and my fingers gettin' loosie
If my past was any different my future be a given
my

Its the end of the summer
But we still doin' numbers
Talkin' commas on commas
On commas on commas
I don't chase you if I want you
I get it if I want it

smoke you can have some
Aint got no money, I can't fathom
Stop by yo place like a fuckin inn
LAYDN, Lil Rift, Purple Skulls
We gon' grave dig
Talkin

goddamn she love the bricks
Saved her name as Moby by the way she eat the dick
Bitch I need my quarters back I'm finna send a blitz
Man his raps is toilet

win

Test running
Like a dummy
Having bitches
Head over heels

When Your home
Ain't a home
Playing defense

Hustle by my lonely
Praying hard
For

From the poplar trees
She like, man, I miss the old you
That was that lil' nigga that would cuddle up and hold you
Now I'm with the shooters that be

neighborhood's a big pair of panties
cnd you're like the cotton crotch - i watch
These lil dirty broke niggas talkin bout kickin ass
If you were getting money, you

disappointed
Now that's why when I arrive, it's only by appointment
And you can try to poke and prod, but I'll always avoid it
I hear you talkin', yeah, yeah

lil nigga don't test it

Three models, one night, that's a good session
This that hustle music, make a nigga wanna get it in
Tryna do it big like jfk,

19X by my side like my ribs
Before I spill this cup of lean I'll rather break my legs
Bae take it out the fridge
I don't fuck with you no more bitch it

we run em ,  Amiri's Filled with blue hundreds
I done touched 100  racks, I need some M's by the summer, huh

Laser on the Glock, I melting shit like

Aye, bitch, bitch am balling like the mvp, yeah, I know they envy me, yeah,

Aye, pass this to my nigga, I ain't talkin' bout no CP3
The way I'm

all black, crying over my box

Sharp pain in her breast Barely talkin' hair greyin over stress
My lil boy front row with his tux on, too young to Show

taken to foster
Don't say to much yeah im into the bag
No time for talkin' it's this or it's that
Pointin' no fingers his jewelry be glass
Ion' got none