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Lining up my blunts
Just to roll me some more
I'm still on papers
But fuck that though
Piss stay cleaner
Than a chilli stained bowl
Talk to you like I

only take a round to fall
You need you a clown I don’t plan to fuck around At all
Imma pull the 6 out
Talkin out yo ass so I had to pull the stick out
I

of a hellhole with you?
I disown you
Best covet whatever is left in your brain that brings you solace

Wahhh
Paddywack needs a krabby patty to put a sock in all

where the devil’s living
And force feed us more
Fear through the television
If you keep stepping on my heaven
I got hell to give
And plus when I’m rhyming

Average Joe getting fucked by
Manchin while Biden watches
Them student loans the ropes around
Yo' and I's pockets
Pay to learn to be in debt
While

junkies with sores, and whores on all fours
Yo call me Mr. More, cause I give you all I got 
And then some, I don't even need a drop
Give you my income. My

them drugs
They ju ju real good
Running man on it yup
You your daddy's son
Fucks shit he was on
I see that you on it
That apple fall next to the tree

Dead Letter 

Say it loud, say it proud
‘cause noone can hear you.
Say what you need to say
And then lick it shut ‘cause
Whatever you are, whatever

None of y’all niggas can fuck with young tigo
I come up sauce bitch I feel like I’m Nigo
I like that amount but I need some more zeros
Mindset

up in my shoes bet you cant walk up in em
I had niggas that I love try to fucking jack me
I just let em have it
Cause you gon need it more than me

Beats by Choc take two, yeah

Okay, besides all the Louie V
Shades and the money, praisin'
What the fuck you got to
Offer for these tribulations? I

and killings what you teach the youth
I be moving by my dolo taking notes they can't snitch on you
I ain't worried bout these niggas get the pape then I dip
Got

away
I need to meditate, surrounded by the pressure 
I might show up at your party an hour late
Better late than never 
And you better play my shit 
How

You try to call shots and get a dial tone
I'll crush your collarbone with a microphone for rapping monotone
Beat you with the sticks to a Xylophone

Tired of waiting on ya message after I've awakened 

By dreams that got me motivated no more time wasted 

Guns aiming at me and jay but still no bullets

is all you need, so beg and plead, I mean it (woww)
This the ring, come through the TV, hit you with some wrestling
You ain't fucking with me, your

Run a check up
Keep that hating to the back
Man, then guys gonn respect us

It's Brooklyn
FRIED Gang you already know

Through the city I maneuver slow

Yeah
Yow more while yaffi just chill by you self enuh man
Just hold some deep medz zimi
No lights just you the liquor and that's it zimi

Mi a Dwell

you I act a fool
But if we play this right it could be cool

If we play this right we could
Be together by the summertime the summertime
When I say it

I never had boot straps
Kept a dirty .22 in my boot strapped
.45 on me too cause you always need 2 straps
Never leave loose ends
Grown ass man no new

ain't tryna grow
Soak up the sun I don't need Sheryl Crow
Haters be throwing me shade
No room for your ass at my table go pick up you plate 
Slowing me

du er fenomenal

Shorty your hips dont lie
Som en bellydancer
For du er helt min type
(Oh)

Ingen andre er som deg
Du er helt spesiell
Girl i need you

met some bosses and connected my people
Next man won't do it, do it for your people
You need a purpose for one your people
We cannot go back back

Baby tell me what you want
I got anything you need
My dick game's strong
Tryna take you out your jeans
Tryna slide up in between
For that pussy I