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and i made my sales
Then i made off with some che duhhh
Fuck what you is im BET-T-TUH
You aint never gon top me NE-V-VER
Should know by now that i own

if I miss 

I ain't touching no lines
Swear this gone be city mine 
Real or fake 
Y'all undefined 
Write my name 
In caps 
Or leave it underlined

it everything I got
If you bang this down a city block
You gonna start a mob
Make a family and build with it
Run it like a don
Feeling it, feeling it,

the record
Don’t even quote me like Hannibal Lector
This sector is mine please stand behind the sidelines
I’m going full force
Ain’t nothing ‘round you like

like it aint mine
Can have it all if I play it correct 
Skipping steps leave you bay less
Im mini famous, people fuck with me now 
You Should, come

and actions were being
Directed by or acquiesced by the FBI

Sittin' over the city, watchin'
Me and my niggas plottin'
Finally got a whole gang of options
Money

mine by now, you need to let'em know 
Tell me how you feel
Fuck all the hoes
I'll let'em go
I know you got some n****s on yo line
I ain't jealous though

Started cashing out and it turned into a hobby
I’m from a city that’s violent
Make the wrong moves you go silent
It’s all about the profit
The world is mine

no worries
Yeah No worries
All I just want is you
Right here by my side
Yea She my ride or die yea all mine
here to do a quick set
Do it like a vet

It's been hard to see the end in mind 
It's my life sometimes I think of ending mine
Red and blue lights sirens and signs a racing head at night 
I'm

asked "do you wanna vibe with me?" I say "of course"
Hoping she just don't lie to me I'm not sure
Type of nigga I am, shit yea what's mine is yours
You

is what make you man
All the imitation rap,
Promise I'm not a fan
Ain't into making the band
Ima be alone when I stand
Done keeping my feelings in

you so tempting, yeah
Young player from the city of sinning
Wrist on gold cuz you know
My time's expensive
And I ain't gon lie, but shawty so fine
Had

Ahhh that's why I fucked yo nigga
You weird ass bitch
Big Bratt Shit Bitch
You already know what the fuck going on
It's over
Yeah
It's me
Man my city

ganja hard bun ih ganja hard
 Fire Inna di yeye gun Inna di palm 
Lock ih city dung like a Dudus crime
 Friend of mi enemy a nuh friend of mine 
Gangverb

when I looked in her eyes
I fiend for her like she fiend for me
My loves a drug and she needing me
Her love is deep and she leading me
To something real

In the morning time
In the late of the night
I be on the grind
Ima get what is mine

(know what I'm talking bout)
I gotta shooting on the side of me

40 and then wanna act all uppity 
Lil bitty bitch be disgusting me hell naw baby girl it ain't no touching me 
You gotta play by the rules and do what

didn't kill me made me wish it did
And I was at a house party last weekend
This guy said he recognized me and
I couldn't place his face and on mine I think

right, but I'm back on my bullshit

Dickies on my legs, hickies on my neck
Money in the bank, this city is my debt
Back to old ways, hazardous youth
They

can still taste his defeat

Tasting his demise

The sweet taste of victory
Is mine and ours to have
Conquering the forces of our land

Making an example

of an elephant
There’s not a b**** bone in my Exoskeleton
Two puffs of petro, my brains turn to gelatin
Grind 9 to 9, the city is all mine
If I die tomorrow,

their cloaks
So now the meetings and the rallies is out in the open

They gettin' deep and organizin' not shoutin' and hopin' for a return or revival

more, wish you had it
Ima get it myself
You niggas is under me
You cannot fuck wit me
'Cause you be making excuses for help

Can't get by me, I'm ahead