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That ya rich
Rules to this shit
Make sure the
Plug paid
Before you flood
Yo wrist
Make sure the
Count straight
Before you
Try to spend
She fuck up
Once

to own
Up to ya', couldn't get through to ya'
Now I'm writing this song to allude to ya'
Brown hair, 5'9 with some nice eyes
Stuck by your side
While I do

Chew a fucker up and spit the guts out from the mandible
Hit you in the gut and fold ya body like a cannonball
A cannibal, I'm macking actual body parts

Got hit with a drug test had to use my brother pee
Cause my brother know himself that I been sipping mud for weeks
Booted up I'm out my mind
Why he

She say I see blues in it
That money make em' lose it
You mad cause your bitch choosing
I don't take no backtalk
This bitch break the racks off
You

Laying on the sidewalk staring at the fireworks lighting up your eyes
Reaching out for your hands you pull em close to your chest and turn your head

just fuck em fa fun
When I get bored I prolly hit 1000 bitches
Just ta see which one goin

Bitch I was just calling about a cat
If you tryna cuddle I'm

their entertainment
I remember calling up the plug for arrangements The way I flipped grub he was left in amazement

One, two, five I was zinging

the people that everybody think you supposed to cast em away
No you not on an island by yourself, let's sit down and talk and do this life together

So that we

From the mainey mannish 'cross the bridge from San Francisco
West Coast nigga, no bandanas or crips, though
Straight up out the Rich, ho. C-Side

recondition all he could
Future type premonition wishing that he hit it good
On a mission to be living in conditions met enough
Got the vision I envisioned

delayed muthafucka we up late 
Had to hit ‘em with a prototype we don’t duck fade
And if you ask where I’m at I’m in the south 
Don sittin’ I’m throne

I'm pulling a slot
Before the Patrick's Days plot
Before that NBA shot
Pilots and Strafers on hearts

I'm pulling hot
Spiritual shots by the doc
Where

ever been,
This thing we got will never end,
Break up,
And then we back again;

Repeat Hook

Verse 2:
Granulated grains,
Got em salivating mayne,
Got

Back door closed in case a nigga tryna snake me
Bending corners with my homies on the daily
They be jealous of a nigga I'on blame 'em
They see

some girl prolly think I forgot em
Truth is that I prolly did
You can tell I'm a dog by my collar
Gold chains on my neck like a pit
These bitches treat

like blunt smoke
Fuck those haters said I wouldn't amount to much, damn I love those
Pessimistic thoughts, let 'em unfold
I done told everybody on this

than a riffle. Yeah!

Am supposed to drop this hit when I was sixteen
But I found myself dressing weed and picking up seeds
Until I got arrested by

fucking hell.
Step up, prepare for your final fatal shutdown
Leaving vitals disabled unstable, unsound
Synapses are snapping from their cables, spellbound

smack about shit that i do
Rope around the necks hanged by a threat i just made a noose
Hang you up in the night, with another full moon

Finally got what

ain't, you ain't, you ain't
Gotta go, go, go
I'm outta my zone, zone, zone
Already know, know, know
Hit em up for the one time, I ain't do this shit again

still with what's his name
From Target right but he ain't hit
You should come round to my ends
I'm in that coupe that make em sick
I got bands on my neck

Oh my G O D oh he od’d on cold wine
Fo five shots of fireball chased by a cold sprite
Anyone can get it leave em shitty bitch that’s on site strong

have always kept it real you been going hard
Now YahBoy moving by will like a motor car
Pastor hit me up like Codi boy you going far
Now I put in work