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from the very start
And they my mother kids
She was all we had
hurt to see her sad
My dad wasn't your own but he was all you had
Thinking back in August

choosin' loyalties over respect, damn
It's simple rules
We win you lose, no win by twos
We in different brackets
Your team ain't in this pool
Cut the net

but it will be alright
For a good time just stay by my side 
In the end it will be just fine 

Climbing up the ladder
We were never scared to fall down

Come around my way

Come and take a lil' trip to my hood
And see that everything ain't all good
If I could turn around my life I would
This is owned by

be my new habit
We drove across the Atlantic baby in some new fabric
Yeah
When I seen lil shawty didn't have shit to say
Damn you bad let me take you

to look up to the sky
Receive my true mission
Nothing free in this world
To that I gotta listen
You can come by the crib and see just how I'm living
Chasing

trippin
Lil bitch say he gone murder blood
He'll is you talkin bout
We gone give that boy a couple rounds
How you in the trap but you never sold a pack

All my words don't mean much
I can tell by yo eyes and yo mean mug
You don't wear no disguise you don't need one
You got your head up in the sky with

to tell ya
You tried to be me you failed yea
H-He catch the bullets Odell yea
Pack came straight in the mail
I'm riding solo by myself
I swear i don't need

even when he ain't ready
Smoka pull up in your dreams like Freddy
Like what, like shit
For brodie, you know I be takin' that risk
He mad, his man in

deliver, no cap
Put my message in your brain, I know you know that
There's a reason, people call me Postman (Postman)

Hands up, a lot of love for OBC
Hands

you like it strong? And, hey, do I smell weed in here? All of my friends call me J.C., by the way ! ‚Back in my day I had zip, had nothing but the dress

the type of girl
You like to have your own shit
I use to give her ounces
She would take it back to home with
A lil hustla 
The type to build a home with
Give

a peasant in the presence of a god
Here to smit u for ya sins, here to judge you for ya wrongs
I was raised by hip-hop, Pac, Nas, UGK
Young OutKast, bitch I'm

did it
Now they mad, they in they feelings

Prayed I would fail, get off your knees, ho, you look silly like that
They never loved me, I been feeling

jit
Back when I'm thinking I fell in love by the pond when the car stopped
She did me dirty, made my heart drop
Then it turned into a hard rock
Nigga

Yeah, I'm the best. When you speak to me, stick out your chest
It's a bloody murder scene. Yeah, it's a mess
Runnin' up all these checks. You think I'm

tryna slide through 
They asking who I know here 
Im telling them nigga not you 
Protected by the thirst of the pussy they understand 
I make it to your

Wish you was in my place Wish you was my lil' babe
Ride around town flexin' with me
Sayin' funny things Hit on my chest

Takin' pictures

me a rush
I can't lie
If I wanted
I could probably hit your crush
Had to wash my hand with lava
Residue was in the crust
Won't get lined up by no hoe

in a heat exchange[00:52.10]Knock the face off a nigga, now how they gon know your name?[00:54.31]She said she want a wedding ring[00:55.75]Ima pop me

turnin' up
Basic bitches call me thug because I'm fuckin' with the sluts
I'm nasty when I'm fuckin', I be puttin' thumb up in her butt
I don't get no

pockets gettin his cheese gettin his bread
Like a 8ball I predict every move but it mess with my head
Who gon be there for you by the time u lay in your bed

Maidenholm pin that name down
Step by step on my way to be in my own charge
Locked up ain't getting me out