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enough

But I ain't the same baby
You ain't messing with no lame, no one like me in this game baby
Pop out with the gang baby
Taking off your polo, lil

what are those
I'm in the trap with a bag of O's
And I'm looking at my bag thinking everything's gotta go
And now I'm talking on the telephone
Got me

Never could check me
And bitch that's a fact
(Fact!)
I'm Standing on top of my ten after getting kicked down to my back
(No cap!)
Whenever I'm smoking I

redundant turned into a letter x
H2O I live and breathe just know I'm in my element

Not one for asking for support I'm done with asking for a favour
I know

Verse 1
Counting up the racks now, 
Now they steady cant stop blowing up my phone yeah 
A n**** living facts now 
Gotta keep it right by me even when I’m

dies
And let him live in royalty
That Y-O-C, L-I-F-E
Got my gang livin' violently
For homies stabbin' to stride with me
Got me amongst a dying breed

is what I feel. 

In the days i was thinking life is about fame,life is about girls,life is about Gangs, but life is ON GOD  life is about love,life is

You're not even touchin' us
It's indie tribe, Save lives
And the life we savin' is yours
So, I don't want none of you
Little rappers comin' in my DMs

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Deadly da gang cuz I said so roll up a spliff dat shit fat as a egg roll

Shiver me timbers das reggo
Outcast in my class like Chris’s sis

suspected, my youngest brother's got you bested
I'm tired of this world, cause it's looking infested
Gangs, wars, drugs, riots, you know me I won't be quiet

that's hard to defend
Just understand these people judge me by the dark of my skin
I got a lot of shit depending on me
Live with these fears of the devil

like to rap bout where i'm not from
Don't like to go where I need me a gun
Live in a world where brothers get hung
Government ain't sayin nun (Huh?)
They

get it poppin
They wanna know bout my gang so they tryna stalk em
I know the fake by the way that they be talkin
Get out my face if you aint finna go

Go and get the strap
City on the map
Sippin' on the drank
With the dank, get the bank

Rolling in my whip
See me with the drip
Stacking up the chips

let 'em stop ya
It's a cold, hard way we livin
Can't out just me, and live to smoke a little
Watch my children grow a little
Get this money, escape

Skywalker, skywalker
I get some sauce watch how I spread it, its gon get messy
Put my brudda onna lick, like my name was eddy
Colorado in the door,

a bottle
I'm popping bean
Swallow that Xanny than pass me the green
I'm off of the lean
Your bitch by my side cuz' she play for the team
Dick in her mouth

death
When he left his very last breath
Was "I slept so watch your step"
Back in the sixties our brothers
And sisters were hanged
How could you gang bang?

he can hold that
i had a couple runners in the summer at my old gaff
an by the winter time i had a 100 in a whole stack
a money man i generate

Nigga said he be getting paid by playing solitare
But the nigga capping, smell lies in the atmosphere
All that cash, but in yo bank, you don't have it

door neighbor tried to rob me
My zombie nearly turned him zombie
I went to check him in the hospital
He knew I was right, he couldn't wrong me
Cah men

to live
My dawg fucked my ex chick man I call him lil fizz
Still talk to him but don't put him in my biz
We all got demons, don't mean we all fit
Gangs in

said he be getting paid by playing solitare
But the nigga capping, smell lies in the atmosphere
All that cash, but in yo bank, you don't have it there

I'm seeing, I already seen it 'cause I used to dream it, yeah
Moving weight like a Kingpin, 25 in my wheat Timbs
Stick on me like hockey 'cause I had