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Diss the gang we leave you dead
This pole exotic
This hoe fire
She a real lil bouje bitch
Only hit her up when I'm off by
Give her good dick kick her

kick it man I'm tryna get my dough up
I don't slow up
You hating cause I'm badder bout to throw up
Looking good on the outside my insides was tore up

Young nigga 
Get ya racks up 
You fall down 
Get back up 
Let me know you ain't playing 
They going have to call 
Back up 
I'm by myself wit it 
But

me mad? You better fucking blink twice
Sit tight, I ain't tryna fist fight knock you out, night night
Don't let the bedbugs bite, fight night man I'm

Never heard a realer statement Mother Nature's bout to purge us
Hope you join me in the end please believe I been searching
I been cut up by some bxtches

see em when she get up in the bed
Begin to spread her legs and then she get to screaming
Do this all this time you could tell by her demeanor
She want

ain't going no where
You right there
Come braid my hair
Spit the facts in your back like
I left something bout to
Bless something
Stretch something
Why

listen to the lyrics
Change, changing prospective Switching up the game
I made a Way
By staying in my lane
This could be you
If you would do the same
I

ya aim up cause yeen hitting shit
Got a beam on it I ain't tryana miss
Add a 5 if you hit em up top
Peel a Jeep ima get you a Glock
Set it up ima call

I'm so up and down
I never thought we'd come this far but maybe we should take separate cars
I aint tryna shut you out
I'm just tryna fall back
Now

to otaro
You'll go missing by tomorrow
Got my evo in the shop and your tires imma swap
With some fuckin cinder blocks
I'm so hyper with this pop
2:30

to get a fucking hobby
Making money is one
I'm bout to show these niggas that it's time
And Ima go to fucking war you ever come for mine
And you can keep

the halls
But at home on my phone I see the devil's calls
I'm warning you now that my music ain't pretty
I'm pouring out what's abusing me I'm busy
With

You seen all the work I put in nigga
I can tell by how you looking nigga
Countless hours I'm skipping dinner
Missing out on sleep & the time my my

ain't been to my city
Fly out but I can’t buy ya ticket
Just hit me when you land
I know you like to travel but you always trippin
Don’t forget that its

the money came thru like flu
She play them games without you
We winnin', she in it, Billing, I'm sinning
She don't care bout whatchu' said that I can't live

stick

No you cannot touch me 
Act like I'm heritage listed
Rolling that shit bout a thick as a KFC twister
Trust me, I'm way too efficient
Give me some

for the listener
An image within the rhythm of written words
With no worry bout the distance between us
Cuz I could bridge it just by spittin my

friends
I’ma bout to unleash
And put these niggas in a bin
Yea u know that u the man
When everybody say they kin
I do not fuck with the fake shit
I can’t

1... 2... 3...
Yea I’m inner city vibed out
Polaroid how we slide out
Tryna take you on a tour if you sure ain't no time outs
LSD and good drugs huh

and good nights
And all those other times I had you by my side
I really gotta work myself maybe move somewhere else
Maybe work on my health
Stack a couple

wanna
Gaze and stare
Cause sex is overrated
Without the right one
It's like shooting
A blank gun
Toying with my heart
But that shit
Ain't fun
I'm
Call you

the end its where my story begins
But this ain't a story bout how I'm getting to fame
I'm just saying I regret laying on the bed that I made
You can bet I'm

to the trap and we flip it and make it a stack
Nah you ain't getting back
Could never hit boi relax
Could never hit boi relax
Hit her and make her relax
Feel