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Lauky Beatz
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's the general
And you already know the motto
So I'm back again
This time I'm with a certified
Duo in this ting if

means
He reach for his pack in his ten dollar jeans
Reality's real they make rap
Just a dream hes
All by himself he ain't got no team
He makes it back in

this what God say
So who are yal to ever try to get in God's way
Machine gun rap, but I ain't sittin' in the back
I'm usually in the front, or VIP

who are yal to ever try to get in God's way
Machine gun rap, but I ain't sittin' in the back
I'm usually in the front, or VIP
Perhaps you haven't heard

Charlie Black, the baddest brother ever to rap
By the time I'm done, I'll have your bitch on my lap
And we go do that there, like a private affair 
Large

used to be about the vocation in the booth
Trying to take it back to an ovation on the stoop
Take roads with fresh gravel
Go get a check from the rap

like I'm EA
Pull up on you and I gotta do it three ways
Don't give a fuck bitch I rap like a dj
I spin the turn tables you can go lee way
I don't know

fa those who really got me run way deeper than the ocean

And I'm bein real
I don't rap to please yo ears I'll tell you how I really feel
They hated

This some real rap game that you peeping now
I would really stop by, but I'm in the clouds
Nobody makes it if they keep their eye on the ground

fucker joke too much...(Fuck)

And I feel like Mims..."I aint gotta rap"
I won't sell a Mil but I say nothing on this track...
...
Run That shit back I

make it who knows man I’d probably still be in da trap 
My flow like a river I always deliver, I’m coming in packs 
I’m really real and really rap

DJ keep it spinning Kaymo on the decks
Turn me up asomblief
Yeah

Woo
Keep the haters all nice that's cool that's cool
With the kicks Jackie Chan

DJ keep it spinning Kaymo on the decks
Turn me up asomblief
Yeah

Woo
Keep the haters all nice that's cool (That's cool)
With the kicks Jackie Chan

gold, wit my fist to the sky
I got hypnotized by visions of my own inadequacy
Emphatically got mad at myself, and others who were mad at me
Is rap

only God brings gifts
That are perfect, and by perfect I mean engineered for me
I can't go from a Rolls Royce, back down to a Grand Prix
Even if it's

and bang
If a nigga don't know better peep the game
SUC we running thangs
Finna smash me a nigga
I'm a young gun nigga by the name of Trae
Wrecking this

Royal by the stairs
And this the summer, fall, soundtrack
And now the leaves and the degrees done dropped, 'til we back just rewind that

[Hook:]
And we

No cap

You know them pints come sealed, you connected (real talk)
Ayy, they don't like but they respect it 
Yeah, 10K for breakfast, I love

Still Smokin'

Original PxMxWx

Legalize Pass Tha Weed

[DJ Crack-Out talking]
1, 2, 3, ready?, sing

[Big Heavy singing]
I love weed, you love weed, its the best without the seeds
Home grown fine,

It's Hokatiwi

Glock by me 24 7, I don't do no boxing
Every pair of buffies straight from Hutch
We ain't shopping
You ain't thinking with that

a chance at all
He told me icons real name is vinny
Maybe when he's getting chased by a bunch of sweaty face record snakes
With chansaws and machete