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selling grub
That's a food chain
She got a screwface
Calling me the new Dave
Trust me if it ain't kick ball
Then its move weight
Youtes gonna be like

Pigeons pecking kebab meat from the floor
The local tramp, he laughs, walks by, he leaves alone
He knows the score
God’s Day Dawns
Rain is washing

heads buried in sand
Stand up and take a look at what you've done by your own hands
I've been here before is where I find my ball and chain
Tightrope walk

There's a groovy dude named Little Gushy
He's got a smile that's oh so gushy
Gushy, gushy, gushy
When he walks by, people count but stare

With his cool

through the highs and lows
But still I rhyme for your souls
Giving it all it takes cause I wanna ball like the Lakers
Colby the annihilator, do or die for

by my lonely, For that reason got what you want
What you need, seven days of the week
Take my pockets outta shape, Walk around all obese
Not just

did it, we kill shit right by the minute
With the team, bitch, we the biggest, yeah
Hardest out the mitten, uh
Aiming at lil bro, if it's a target I'ma

Woah

Giving yall sum to talk about but 
I’m not really into talking that much 
Wanna kick it you could walk it with us 
I’m the hottest taking trips

rocks
They slept on this Shank like fluff it up
Can't walk in my shoes like scuff it up
He made me tough like rough it up, most of em fake can't trust it

of the above
And I will not be contained any more I'll be rapping so much till I get a saw jaw
But wait there's more
I'm removing this ball and chain
It's like

Valentino summers and wave runners
Chains on my niggas like slave runners
Drug dealers anonymous
How many Madonnas can that Mazda fit
My brick talk

Nothing less
I been fighting these Demons
I been fighting these Demons
I'm feeling like I got chains on my soul
In the night I'm feeling pain I won't hold

Aye
Aye
Aye
Yea
I walk in da spot my pockets got knots you walkin' wit thots
I'm different
I'm all iced up yo bitch choosing you actin' different she

gon ball
Member the times with no job she would call
Like ma yes I'm home while I hit from the bong
My report card came in and I had to go stall
They

Got a lil something for that ass, baby

As soon as I walk into the function, get my dick licked
I see them niggas lookin', I let my Glock dance

to a ball and a chain 

If it's a sin to be so high 
Escape this life, I gotta try
It's sweeter to laugh than it is to cry
Better to live than it is to die

my buckle
A nigga keep dissing
We aint wit that bitching
My niggas a call away
Cam with the stick and he hittin like hardaway
Know that we ball today

we still tied up to our chains
But the slaves masters lay low
Can we all talk about the jail cells where the slaves the states detains
It seems like

a pimp with the blue balls
Credit card I'm getting high off the limit
Two chains its a vibe got them both for a civic
Can I flex
Maybe not
Bank tell me

tryna get paid
Codeine in my Sprite, ease the pain
Stormy days I’d walk through the rain
I know you that you niggas don’t know me
I ball on you RIP

like i work at lenney's
I walk through the enternece
Had to tell Korey chill he act like meance out my racks like tennis
That 4 by 4 truck it look like

as a matter of fact
I’m flying way beyond andromeda ain’t traveling back
But when I gotta sky walk I’m in Anakin’s mask
Cause drama, it’s a battle I don’t plan

a drive by 
But ain't leave me dead 
Im ready for war 
You pussies not ready 
What I got In store 
I'm rockin Dior 
This shit Ain't 
Even in store 
These

felt like runnin
Damn i smell like money
A nigga tryna ball like mr clean gold chains like mr t stay fresh like listerine
And i hope that you motivated