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this 
I care Less About a nigga feelings
Or a bitch 
Reality is
I ain't Gotta deal wit
Nobody fuk Ya opinion 
If you ain't my Team it's 
Me And weas

talk
Tryna see that ass drop to the asphalt
If that ass drop on me that is yo ass fault
Sorry if I'm a little bit more than ya asked for
Suavé don't

when you touch outta bounds it's best to toat the 50
Niggas getting wet up
I'm only getting wet up by the bitches in this telly
And I'm bringing

Fedy chasing forever mo. see I'm married to this mob shit got me sliding in this Chevy 160 in the cockpit I'm Tryna put chocolate ice on ya neck all

got an attitude
Say that you’re leaving but I don't believe it
That's why I'm never running after you
I hurt ya feelings so I got deleted
But baby I

She just had a seizure 
I'm sitting by her bed with an IC defibrillator 
She had alot of heads guess it Was for Pleasure 
She lost a lot of bread 
This

Aite
So come on pull up with that smoke
I’m smoking this gelato at the store on Beatties Ford
He hollering bout a drive by I’m a walk up on that Ford
Boy

soul Catcher 
Exotic smoke float through The Atmosphere  
When im wid you it's feeling so Therapeutic 
I roll the weed you sit bakk in ya Chair
We vibing

Yeah she be fine
She loving the polish I'm making her shine
Snapping to leave you a sign
Preach on a bitch like a shrine
Got ya aging like some wine
That

we at
By the ave cop me a yankee hat
Smoking za right outta the pack
Bitch grab the clip and start yatt
Dont compare to me nigga i aint yo average
Ice

Exhibit C

Just Blaze

Exhibit C

2011

bust up
That's why when you talk the tough talk I never feel ya
You sound real good and you play the part well
But the energy you givin off is so

take another Monday feeling sober
Dance 'til ya dead

Off-Off-Off=Off with ya head
Sayin' yea three times, Chris Brown, wet the bed
From the cold sweats,

Never been a fuck nigga
Try ya fucking luck nigga
Everybody see me as a diamond in the rough nigga
Rolling up two, three blunts
With my CD on
Pussy niggas

on the sofa
Standing up on the couches
Rolling up hella dope
Smoking it by the ounces
Niggas looking in my section they see that the money piling
Bitches coming

sometimes I'm off topic
Shout out to D R E I'm smoking the chronic
They hate how I talk they hate how I'm honest
I see them all lying must be pathologic
If I

the past
Flow to L.A., with gang in a Urus whip
We got 20 grams stuffed in the bag

Yeah

let's get it, let's get it, let's go
I up the Beretta, Beretta, ya

pushing and fighting (Tryna fight)
Now the only time I see ya in Sims 3, expansion with the island (Island)
It's so pathetic the thing is that we had

Can't even look a nigga in the eye
That's that bitch shit
This for ya'll
Fuck that nigga
He ain't 'bout what he be talking 'bout
Fuck that nigga
He ain't

my push to start keys
Looking like ya settling
Where Bizzzy at
He was like my fucking relative
Never had a money talk
That convo there irrelevant, but

with no dummies
All these rappers they so fake they only in it for the money, yuh yuh
I'm gon do it by my lonely call me speaker knockers
Pull up on em

ain't get that shit had to say it two times
You feel big when you famous thats finna be life
Eata Eata Eata Eata 
Shawty wanna be a eata freaka on me ya

the Charger
Passing Demon
Dodge charge ya
I`m a rider, bag full of drugs yeah yeah
Ready to run yeah
La Ferrari, Rosso Corsa
My shit is private
Crib by

in the clouds
Smoking loud I'm elevated
She can't hang after the show
Unless her ass is getting naked
I'm just tryna see ya strip
Get that wap

Yeah, it's that, it's that Woodward Ave right here, you know when you feeling good
Time Is Money baby, got ya shit clean, you know, Aye TEA man let's