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bitch swear to god she a model
Yea I'm getting rich make her pussy wanna swallow
Wanna have my kids I'll be gone by tomorrow
She in my dm asking me where

Fresh new jeans, Max 95s, North Face on me t-shirt look twice
At the cuz lookin' fresh to death with no wife
And too right I'm gonna get me hole it's my

time yet
So when it is, ill be prepared for my set
This is for the streets
This is for the blocks
There’s power in your words
You don’t have to use your

(Sad)
And that money in my pockets, i can't control it when i sag (Can't control it when i sag)
I don't want no dealings, oh no, babygirl you bad

It's a shame the game has died in such a fit
Real G's replaced by some kids who mumble shit
Wanna smash em in their face and snap their wrists
So

to test me so there
Isn't any problems if I'm aiming for the best call it
Jest until you're under and I'm better than the rest ain't no
Refs in this game

grew and it worsened somewhere inside
Get good complements and I put them aside
You wanna go and call me crazy? Go ahead get in line
Now to cope with

fifty on some jewelry (No cap)
Been had hoes, this ain't new to me
Fake ass drip, shit ain't cool to me
Fat ass wallet, count blue and green (What?)
Fuck

Forever

Freddie Fox

Freddie Fox

shrinkin'
But you're used to it, you want more every day
You're startin' to ask me in a arrogant way

I never asked you for nothin', always give
But your

page of paper
Head so fresh like I rented a new borns brain
Call this fare a fete but
Fate's rarely fair though
Hop on this merry go round if you dare

on the net, he don't want no real smoke
And there's niggas from your way that call you a real hoe
Catch a nigga in the field, that's a bet, it's a go
And I got

Dollar for my hand
Diamond for my wrist
Prada on my feet
Steady rocking Louis V
Every time I pull up with my G's
Oh my God you don shut it down

Him, my life is too limited, uh
Can't settle for bron', I want gold, look
(O oh)

Ayy don't you test the kid
Chosen, don't you question it
(Don't you

You was out here getting fucked by a bitch as her new contender
You said they had made it known they was out there picking up strippers 
While they had

Bad madabeesh just by affiliation
Gassed up like a brand new filling station
Lost interest in what in everybody saying
Started hearing out the queen

Ayo I used to think life was more than about getting clout
But yo I figured out dog that's really what it is
Forget love and kids and most

Written By: Lord Vizion

Who are you to control the dissatisfaction of disappointed demons you heathen?
You can't breathe in the same air as me 
So

it to you fast (yeah), it ain't got no seeds (yeah)
I'm goin' fuck her for free
You goin' pay her a fee
Now she laying with me? (what?)
Now she staying

but
Nothing about me standed
Can't tamper with the evidence
Evident in my standards
And you say I ain't New York
Then you don't know what it is
I got

put you in the grave, for som'ing they never had

Everyday in the hood, it be the same thang
Poverty running my people, so they love pain
And I

Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me man
I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely

for 8 years no time to chill
Tellin you industry’s got me confused 
We’re all obsessed with the views 
Why are we dead on the news
I been stuck with

the streets man you know how it go
When that g lock hit it was murder she wrote
I'd rather trap on the block I can't post at no store
If I hit me a lick i'ma

Duke you ain't gotta do a lot
They want violence uggrrr ruger pop
Until they pulse is off the clock

It's going down I'm upstairs with it, is that