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That these five points are historically invalid
Well because the evidence is so overwhelming

Sittin' by myself in the bedroom
Switching on the feds call

growing up we would latch the key
I wasn't smoking tobacco
I was making gravs out of apples
And reading facts off of Snapples
Say wassup, I'm a dap you

This type a pain I never felt before

Think about you constantly
The reason why I hunger more

I don't get to see you
So I'm stressing
Got me smoking

and we takin ya shit
Oh my god left him on a stretcher aye
Oh my god he ain't get the message aye 
Oh my god now that nigga dead and aye
Oh my god now we

With yourself cause you always been a fake kid
We took the city by storm without faking it huh
Yeah they love the way that I
Ruckus it up
I’m smug wit

Say thats what it is

Vybin and smoking im ridin and floatin
I might get high and go lay by the ocean
I got her we strokin her pussy be soakin
Look in

bitch with me and you know she bad
It Might be ya main bitch boy I know you sad
I'm just saying lil nigga ian new to this
I keep my pistol by my side boy

trynna be puff daddy
Love my weed super green like it was grown by the nunny
Love my kush jumpy might just hop like a bunny
Man say he smoke than flippa

find you
I don't wanna sleep tonight
If I'm not by your side
On my hip I keep a 9
In case they try my life
It's easy preaching
Guns and knives
But I'm

go and get naughty
Sorry if I'm late by a minute but I'll be there shortly

Somewhere get naughty
We can do one thing, two things, three things after

love and then I get it
Aint no shot I'm shootin missin
Ya boy on fire
Too focused
Subject in my lens
Lookin too potent
The whole world inside my frame

am
You might have amnesia
You hating on me like a bitch
Shit I'd hate to be ya
These fuck nigga's watching my moves
They can watch like the theatre
I

(Uh-huh!)
Mrs. Puff in the driver seat
Puffing on green
Not the Kelp shake
Smoking OG
Wit the homies
Shorty tryna dog me
Wanna bone me
But she didn't wanna

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

beef but he is a no-show
She loving me, yeah, I feel like I'm Max!
And I feel like Kobe way I'm smoking this Thrax!
That's yo hoe but she let me hit from

Tryna give me a case, Naaaa
Had five of them bitches by the way lil ass nigga
Yes I smoke off that blaze Jutty jut I go high stakes Stakes
Take that stake

time I ate Cheerios
Most of these niggas venereal can't get no play through my stereo

I know these bitches by area codes
Come to my city my area cold

treat me like no rapper cause my choppa sing
Make a ho sale that pussy for me ima p
I ain't ein gotta speak the bitch know I'm lowkey
I ain't smoking og

a hunnid, gon flip it
We get them bushes
We get em dead by the crack of the morning
Give bro the drop, ain't no problem he on it
We send some shots at ya

I ain't gotta lift a finger, he warned ya
Vengeance is his the heavenly father
I take his direction don't need a quarter
He blessed me to get my life

dreads like the chi
Been depressed and to myself that's why I always go hide
Go back and forth on whether I just die yeah
Iiiiiiii
Been smoking dope

on the news keep it Michael Che
10 years go by do the same thing
Got a watch on both wrists know I'm never late
Always gonna talk my shit no I'll never change
I

roll with the spliff
Find a new wave
And they jumping right in
I can not change
Because I'm not them
Lane by myself
Who going against
From the bottom I'm

Head so good at the top of her class, yeah
Big house party with the vinyl scratchin
Room by room and the lights are blue
She only fuck with rappers with