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it's fazo's on the feet
Designer clothes house in the burbs now the fam can really eat
Everything he asked for what more could a kid really need
But tae

sipping some light beer
I'll catch an episode of Scrubs
Maybe speaking with my kids
Picking Jesus over drugs
And on the TV someone says
"Send us money, we

sipping some light beer
I'll catch an episode of Scrubs
Maybe speaking with my kids
Picking Jesus over drugs
And on the TV someone says
"Send us money, we

Hidin in them houses boy we coming in

Catch you out walking this my 2nd sin
Pop out with them glizzy switches n fns

Catch you out walking this my 2nd

street dreams are made of these
Still when I pass by they continue to freeze
'Cause the rest of this shit is strictly freestyle

Catch it and why Hollywood

how you can tell us apart
Return your fucking shopping cart
I'm only getting my start

I don't leave my house for all the haters
I'm a doctor followed

To remind him that he muthafuckin smokes
In my house 
On my couch 
Cause He muthafuckin broke
Boy whatchu saying 
By tomorrow man this nigga will forget it 
I

your light 'til
I'm in the ground (ah, right)
But I hope that I won't let you down
Down down

(TBM, it's GORRRDO)
Chop by the house, picture perfection

From the back while passing
You dro
It's passin' eight by
Nine o clock getcha home
Catch ya subtweeting all day
Bout the Scenario
Sayin damn I love his

I cant pay my rent then im shooting stars
Music bars but my hearts all I listen to
Im blinded by lights but the dark is a mission too
I cant hide lies

you can catch me by the tree
Or by one of my houses, got my choices X, Y, Z
Remember them days, I didn't know what I was gonna eat
But now we chilling,

Not under the seat
If you see me in that car
Best believe it’s in my reach
If you catch me at that red light
Then you know that you dreaming
My homie

Mushrooms in the blunt I'm blowing billie Kimber by the ounce 
Fuck going to the club In rater kick it at the house 
cnd keep it peaceful with my people

Aye man labb, Labb, Labb
Yeah, I'm about to catch that shit right now
Let these niggas know
I'll pull up on them with the wham
Wham wham

These

the drive-thru, I can't even order now
Stashes of money in the crib, look like a hoarder house
Got in here early morning made four songs way before four o'clock
I

I'm stuck in the trap I ain't left the house in days
Say you ain't snitching but your name on the paperwork
You was my nigga damn lil' bro that got me

exquisite
I'd care more about people but they just want digits
They just want a gift, so I need to split
Out up into space maybe I can catch a rift
I was by

in the basement and that's no exaggeration
So this hell I'm bout to unleash is by thy own making
Craft it, hell or high water - paper or plastic
Cash

to the floor, these bullets gon drag him
And No, we ain't boxin', them shits gon jab him
And niggas be thinkin' I'm light
So, it's bout' to get dark, when I'm

And I been gettin’ fans by the boatload
And imma have to hit em with the late fee
There’s times that I wanna be solo
There’s times that I gotta be eight

to make it worse
Never leave the house without it
Since these niggas want to lurk
Since I got it I ain't scared
So I never go to church
On the road I'm

‘come mildly affected,
By you and the light you projected,
No choice but to clash with a battle,
You had me here to cast a shadow,
One seed would grow

the reaper in the mirror
Hold a gun tight
Niggas brought subpoena's and polices
To the gunfight
Puttin 80 thousand on a Rollie
Yea that some light
Rumor I was

We'd expect that bitch, try to intercept the packs
Real hip-hop heads catch the track
Impressed with racks, we needin' houses and hotels

Needin' spouses