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Past Me Dat Wood Over Dis Motherfucker )
Mind been locked up, can't slip thru the bars
Ain't no stopping, I see by the logic
A Young Nigga racing I made

now she chillin’ with you you
fuck

My music sad it gets harder to make by the day when these songs goin’
uppercut

I had to fight for this life and I’m

fast it's been a sec
Never could get used to you and it's the best
Hold you by ya throat tell you listen baby slow down
No you ain't slut ima Fxck you

much
Maybe just enough for me to keep my middle finger high up
In the muhfucking sky
Wave it side to side
Im just somebody tryna get by
If somebody talk

album got that Wu-Tang like Raekwon
This be a brand new year for the G
Even when I'm rockin' like a Black Beetle Paul McCartney
The months gone by are

right
Am I gonna be outside, get hit with that pipe
I thought you was gonna hold it down, all you did was lie
But I done moved on from that shit, now I'm

money, make a track
Dallas got bread by the stacks
Ballers in Pallas, Bourbons, Jeeps on Sweet Killaz so we gotta go
Neva once been a hoe
Finsta pull

the scene
Too much bands can't wear no jeans
Too much niggas be sound like me
I'm so hot inside this seat
Stack up my money by any means
Mean, they drink it

If I couldnt be settle that's negative energy damagin body and mental and soul
If she hoe ima let the bitch go I ain't stringin
No woman for nothin

Pull up with a Glock my shooters never missing
Listen
I never ever gonna be second one position 
Drive by’s outside thats a my religion 
You lame dogs

well
When I come around I’m blazing a L
Yu turtles won’t drown but I’m breaking ya shell
No Lisa Turtle get saved by da bell
I got da hammer don’t get ya

bitches, handin out stitches
Lasher show for da doe
Spyin onna kid like Kabuto
Told dat hoe I ain't payin for nuthin,she gotta be bluffin
Slicka Than tufoil,

toes
That my bitch I hope you know
Let's go

Shawty get down with the pimpin
Look at this sauce I'm kickin'
Rich white fox I'm drippin'
Put a lil'

hoe when I come 'round
She gon' get missing by sun down
She smell da guap like a bloodhound
I hit that bitch wit the run around

Run it up 
I got my

one time then hit it again
Her pussy like magic this hoe is a witch
Get to the money get rich with my clique
Sight on the chop promise he hit
Feelin

mine gotta watch what you duin
Tied up to times
Get back to my grind this whole blook
Hit mine you can't make one dime
The who by, I'm up like I snorted

Why do I come and talk to you
Because I enjoy it
I like the sound of my own voice
I'm interested in what I'm talking about
And I get paid for it

make a nigga break
When he get money all day

Cut You Off You in the Way
Shorty out here dead weight

Where you play is where Lay
I be on dat savage shit

We on the time dat you onnn no it won't be long no it won't be long

Full of drugs come through swerving
We crash the party
An they know him by lil

What would you doooo
If you was in them trenches and all by yaself Nigga what would you do
What would you dooooo
If you fumbled that bag and couldn't get

best friends know me
When I'm scooping you up they a all joe me
I keep a pole
No they won't hoe me
If we ever break up we can be homies
Hit up da trap

steppas they Lyin,
Gotta Get Rich Or Die Tryin’, 
Smoking A Onion This Shit Got Me Cryin’
If You Play Wit My Name Then You Dyin’ 
I Talk This Money Shit

carry carbons unless its extendo
They keep backing up from sticks like it's a limbo

Sold my love for some drugs I don't need dat shit
I can thug it by

Versatile artist hear it in my flow
Lotta bitches in my face tryna be my main hoe
Before I get out of bed Gotta wake and bake tho
And don't forget