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on gotta keep It confidential damn
They know who did that work, gotta Keep it in the streets yeah
We trapping off the phone ain't Talking weed
I'm talking

I’m getting money, Boy i be Flexing
Who’s getting money?
Boy you Pretending
I need the ice on my wrist and My necklace
Jewelry so Cold its attracting

Let me tell you who I am so you won't get confused
I'm a ridah ima slida just a different juv
I ride wit crips I ride with bloods I ride wit pirus

the best
I’m a real artist you a stage band for my sets
No stream service Facebook but take a guess
Look who got an artist wristband to South by South-West

Band-Aid for detainment
Glokk Life this, like fuck a butt
You better up that bitch and aim it
(Come on)
I'm totin' like I got license, bitch
I'm striking

A Pack And I Stack It
I Get It Back And I Stash It
(Verse 1)
I Get That Bag And I Stack It (Aye)
You Gone Get Rob If You Flashing
I’m Neva Lacking I’m

to love this girl
Love her if I can
But I’m missing you still

Everybody is dancing
This old band’s got ‘em moving
I find a place by the stairs
And have me

you kidding
I ain't trippin' bout a band
My mind always on the millions
Never move without a plan
Avoid to play the middleman
In Miami chillin' by

and watch who you with
Cuz ya homie they phony I know he a switch
Yeah I know he a switch yeah
Baby it's you and me these hoe's fake
Stay with me by my side

I'm sure I'm fucking genius
I formed my great band
I don't know compose a shit
But got one ace in my hand

I've got the perfect swindle
Who's

The rubber band that held it all together snapped
I hit the brakes, but by that time, it was too late
The car dissolved into the united wasteland

The bond

Believe

Dirty Heads

Any Port in a Storm

2008

Well ya never quite forget the first tape you buy
Mine was Naughty By Nature back when OPP was hot
Who'd have thought that I could ever turn out this

lit out
As long as you stay by my side
You aint gotta trip out
Na
Cuz baby its just me and you aye
And im counting all the bands
Little shawty throwin

a cloud above my head
Waiting by the phone for a text you never sent
Now look who’s coming back around what a coincidence
When all I got all this money

They never asking if you're good
Never asking if you're good
Well by the way I'm doing good
By the way I'm doing good
By the way by the way
By the way by

know where I sleep
Put a pillow by the combo
Band arms like I'm Mutombo
Ears to the street like Dumbo
High school on El Segundo
So you ain't gotta

to give neck then I'm going fasho

I got these bitches who blowing up photos (photos)
Dick getting licked by a bitch that I don't know (don't know)
Baddie

and bands
I know real niggas who trapped, I know real niggas who scammed
Asian can't see in Seattle, we gon' thumb through that by hand
Private jet with

show
Money on me I'm machine
Fuck with me my life's a trip
Bands up, now shawty want me
Big pack I be smoking on green
Did this at home by myself

to fucking no making lovin mm girl you hit the spot
I’m on the way to my estate but I feel a little lost
We by the bay next to LA but I tend to think a lot

just tryna get my first hundred Bands
Probably get by next year
I swear I be working overtime for this Shit
And they say
Shouldn't worry about shit
I

somebody else
Maybe I'm Illuminati
A mathematician, an engineer
Or maybe I really am Mike Posner!
One-sixth of the dopest fuckin'
Band you'll ever hear!

was 16, sellin' crack by the school
Million in cash, all the racks that I blew
(Mula) look in the mirror, who nicer to you?
Biting my style like Tyson

Verbal Milk

X Clan

The Best of X Clan

2012

and miss the voodoo
I'm like the guru, your baby's doin judo
Why don't you just sit, and contemplate on this
This is much more than your white boy diss