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life’s involved 
Baby girl we can’t link up less my wife’s involved
I be exercising in the drip with the ice and all
Trappin since Mayhew, High Point

coming back my niggas we mobbing n take the supplies
Gotta get by

Know Y these nigga mad at me
I stay charged up like a battery
They talking shit but not

you're on the hitlist
Scrawny as hell bitch I'll put you to sleep
Fucking you up while your girl suck my meat
Your what
We chrisK but you christopher

to an internet meme

Grew up, started to realize
This could be made for me
Bought a better mic, Focusrite
Trying to blow up, by remixing these

But to pick a name

I met this girl at like 22
And what I loved most, she was hunned proof
Nah bruh, she was a hundred percent
Popped on the block with no front

many victims
New slaves up in the system
2020 vision
The kingpin of ambition
I dare these devils to step foot into hell's kitchen
I'm on God's mission

the hearse I drive
Got the kind of girl who sippin on Moscato by the 
Bottle looking like a model pull up on the throttle oh my god 
I'm feelin like I always

to stepping (Damn right)
Start jumping loud ass nonsense
Get retarded like Dustin
When I step in more like a bust in
I'll get your grandma breakdancing
Flexing

a fiend if you sip lean by the litre, it’ll beat ya I just lean on my reefer
My new girl she a keeper but she don’t leave sheets clean when I beat her 
I

Ran up in a nigga house
Fly a pigeon south
Had a nigga fly the coop
Boi is chicken now
Couldn’t take me out
Imma fucking manage
Fucking Nagasaki
Got

The game isn't easy to carry I started in April and now I got arm pains
And I'm gonna get green in the bank it's a matter of fact you can tell by my

Can you remember the rain?
Can you remember the rain?
You left me for somebody else
Now I must face life by myself
You broke so many rules in school

cause he might steal your girl
Haha
Riding through the 60, got the nap dome
Got the racks on, see you jealous with no backbone
Back pedaling, stuttering,

tok tic tok 
Girl Time is money
Big bag why d money dey talk
Aunty, no rate me
Uncle, no rate me
Low key until my hustle
Paid big, with efcc trouble

O T W cause Im prolly late
Need that fuel? Gatorade
Only god can stop me so get out the way

I called my girl
Told her Im up and I hope that she wanna

to influence
Minds of boys and girls
Now I write my own music
And get hit up by these kids
Telling me they struggles
And how they don't wanna live
I tell 'em you

and she not a six
But I don't hold her down cuz she not in my clique
Know a girl right in Houston, she fly as a rocket
Okay, Houston, I am the problem, I'm

(James Joyce The Squatch) 
Told You girl
Take Ya css Off The Sink
If you don't want that pussy to smell like dried up toothpaste, YcHEcRDMEH!?
WHcT

player, top player, big top player
Top player, top player, my crew's been shinin
(Wait, what)
I'm a song man, got them all up tight
Got my name on tracks

need em
Your internal organs keep bleeding
Salt shaker salt and pepper
Pour it into the wounds of your step son
My dick is your girls deadly weapon

the chest

The beats that I lay only bitch that I lay issa bitch called tracks
And I grab her by the neck when I bend her back
I have never sold crack
Every

Falling off track I fell asleep at the wheel
I heard the winners circle always eat what they kill
Going back and fourth on this highway I'll smoke

But you got hundreds of tracks spittin' nuttin' but drill
Any time that I'm spittin' they know it's nuttin' but real
I'm so lit, girls are always

years tearing up the rubber

There's thunder on the  race track, fire in the sky
Anticipation and sweat in your eye
We letting it fly now, get up from