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in a moviiie scene
-a script for a Crip Datz cool to c
-like trees in a cool breeze, Bad trench, Take me, where da palms at
-I snoop on ya blocc when u

on my own two feet
Only speak if you know me
Ain't no turnin' back now
Gotta move fast, gotta hurry
Been out by the way, let me do what I do
Don't ask no

song
We wrote for motherfuckin' kick ons
Come to kick ons
Because your shift's long, you wanna sip strong
Here at the motherfuckin' kick ons
We got kick

don't listen to the funny stuff

I wanna make mills so fam will be proud
With Brazão and Nicco that show gon get loud
I respect a code never end up in

Whenever you are feeling blue keep walking and we can get far

Um, third time's the charm, hopefully
When I chime on your door you'd still let me in

my line
Y'all calling me saying that I was right
By that time I'm already on my flight
What am I supposed to say I told you so
Women always want

ice
Cause how I rock the mic make hoes think I'm nice 
She wanna do it twice I is and ain't ya type

The Sun coming up I'm too lazy to sleep
Catch me

why you gotta bleed
Sell religion making paper but you do not help yo neighbor
That's sum succa shit that make me wanna send you to yo maker
Spending

the whole clique
By the time a nigga land got a show to hit
Everyday I find a way to get more rich
Fresh up off the jet straight up out the six
Look me in my

A nigga gotta flex

Yo who tf said they was up next (who?)
And who tf claimin kids off a piss test (you)
Said who tf be spittin heat make a hot mess
(P)

with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by

the bill
You don't like how I is but am just keeping it real
I wanna feel money
Cus I hate how broke feel
That's why I'm working this 9 to 9
Just to make

Stuck up in your trance (Okay!)
Tell me shawty is it really me, or the bands
Rock out on guitar, we can make a band
Shawty kinda animated, a lil

sloppy
Tryna add me up? Buddy boy
Must have a math hobby
I'ma jump in every one
You can't get a bag by me
Amiri jeans X Versace drawers
You can't sag like

tongue 
I ain't with the basic Ion leave no traces 
Feelin like Cali surrounded by them angels 
You still tryin to come with them angles 
Hot boy tryin

shit
Lieing to the feds had me caught up on that case shit
Locked up in the zoo I'm hittin' pull ups on that ape shit
What you wanna do
What you need

about depression
I don’t wanna talk about my exes
I got other songs for that
I wanna make you laugh
I don’t wanna focus on a message
I don’t wanna talk

it
Gettin this bread 
Bringing home the bacon
Try to stop me
Hit you with the 9
Take your life and make it mine
Like Jason Statham 
These are paper

see your face now
You know
Wonder if you can hear me by the way you're peeking through the door
You're sending me hugs
Take a trip from the coupe all

twilight zone it eats me up it's a cook book
I'm well done
Maybe over cooked as I wipe the soot
Well done
Is all I wanna hear while I'm at the foot

And you got school
You got Church

Ding dong ding dong
Realitys at the door
Old me died and the
New me born
Who was I before?

Dope Hill
Dope Hill
I miss

up
Bring it back like Christ 'cause
All blue Chucks on black tee, Golds on
Smash you in your Redbottoms
Sock it you your throat zone
Smack it with my

blue (yuh-huh)
Yeah, hit him with a stick, it's a
Then a shorty wanna shop for some brand new shoes
And I'm grabbin' that bag, got you, give me that,

I got good aim, bitch, aint no need for that beam
Send that nigga up to god make a nigga go missin
A shootout with me, all y'all niggas gon' lose
You