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and bitches
Always hollerin, that you real, but you fake so I keep my distance (Aye, aye)

Nigga's wanna play, till I leave 'em on a shirt
Driving by nigga, yea

like a man that's drumming

Congo Drums
Beat-da Congo Drums 
Use to roll wid the gun got redeemed by the son 
Spitting gospel heat but the heats not

the room actin' coldly

But you ain't tryna be the only one out here lonely
Everybody found somebody even the homie
And I can tell by lookin' that it eat

the hood you gotta play yo card
G 30 gon send em apart we the youngings in the field tryna slide
Hop out the car we gon fire i'm tryna spin sum til somebody

know I’m blood and I told you
I got caught up three times and had to tell her its over
I hit the gas like three times and tried to play like I’m sober

clowns up out yo face that's how you catch a case
Back door be wide open protected by the k
And If you ain't rocking for da cause then you just in a way

cuz' they down bad
Tryna' down play me for bitches and still tryna fuck on a kid with yo' clown ass (Yea)
Young nigga balling like K.D. I make the money

know a couple ways
On the road ridin dirty - brodie catchin plays
Smokin top shelf cookie servin purple haze
Choppa by the book bag cos it's filled with

Yars Revenge on the ctari
Skipped school to play Street Fighter
Royal Rumble on pay per view
cfter the show we'd go out in the snow and we would wrestle

yo bitch you cant save her
Turn that boy to a lick finesse em out his paper
Red beam on his head bullets come you cant shake em
Ay, Ice on my neck new

survived some murder beef, ever since then, I play for keeps (keeps)
I'm shootin' everywhere the laser blink (brrr)
Drums on the .223, shuttin' down

call
Wit thy drum 
He don’t miss a beat 

Shorty she said 
She wanna meet in  private  
Keep this shit discreet 

Lost Lo
Burt said time to get it 
Ain’t

thats your life (Life)
Gotta chill when you pass by the ice (Ice)
Shorty bad but she act like a wife (Hey)
I'm just trynna get lit for the night (Yeah)

cells out just like a fart
(Skrrt, Farting)
I done fucked yo' mama by the time
You get paid for yo' art
(Aye, aye, stupid ass)
This troop coupé, dippin'

problems

I got 97 problems getting rich ain't one
Swear It's easy to be a rapper be on beat with the drum
And Them youngins taking over cuz they made this

a tribe called Aries
Then came the upgrade
Hybrid no blade
Swagger so dope
They calling me the cocain
Play no games
These niggas so lame
I'm steady trying

rollin’ to 1
Makin’ life to somethin’, fuckin’ Nosh on the drum

[Hook: Cee, Notion and iLLvibe]
Yo it's nothing to me, and so it's nothing to you
I'll give

the hen
Made 100 grand off the scams
Did it with my friends
If we go get caught up by the feds
Just stick to the plan bitch
And I’m out on bail
Voices in my

Yea yea yea yea
Maxant in this bitch piped up
Let's rock
Ima keep on climbing to the top
Ima keep on grinding to the top
I might meet yo bitch

Y'all know what the fuck going on

Foe life or yo life nicca

Yeahhh

Niccaz pussy I'm the type too really beat a bitch
I'm too high paranoid I think

babies
Yall niggas too busy tryna be famous, bro
U can be low den u eva been
A nigga won't even get high witchu
Soon as u get on yo level
They come by

21 Seconds

So Solid Crew

They Don't Know

2001

got the time to smoke this, hold this
Yo G, roll by in a blacked out TT, Megaman carry two gats easy
Seeing stars, and a mister wanna jack me
Jack me

brothers we all about cream cream cream

So you the cap off the drums when he started ensemble so he could play cowbell
Now everyone askin how college going,

And shoutout to Nate
Was born to be great so don’t make no mistake
God damn feel the kick drum
Hit um
Never miss them when I spit some
Listen
My son
You lacking