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One Three, hoot
Mic check, hoot hoot
Yo
Uh
I always heard I wouldn't be shit, well, what do ya know huh
Tell me what do ya know, about my hard work

print money like machines Started rapping, 13, millionaire by 18
I'm coming after everything because I love the finer things
Wrist watch just cost a check

Like you finna die by the gun
Man, you smell like corn chips, This got me weak, man, I'm done

You see how I'm switchin' the flow on 'em, I keep goin',

believe I gotta menton your name on this song (Man)
Seems like yesterday we was jokin' around
Always had a smile on your face, never a frown (Yeah)
You told

like bitch caress me (yeah)
All you niggas gimmicks, boy I'll catch your ass by Sesame Street (brrr brrr brrr)
Whole clique, real ass niggas (siuuu)
We

stages if we ever hit your spot
Lining up these rappers way I'm buying up my stock
Rapping 'till I'm swerving with the 4 by 3
Young man's Twitter start

and flowers, even planets live and die
Ah, but laughter, love and visions linger on
Like the melody of a child's first-heard song
Soon enough almost everything's

split
I grabbed you by the hand, he didn't understand
But I stepped off the scene just knowing I was the man

We enjoyed the date, also the night
Then I

(INTRO)
alright look, 

i bet y'all are gonna listen to this thinking who tf is this makin a diss track, i never heard of this guy,

Well thanks

They lose control (just lose it)
They lose control, yeah

I've heard it so many times they must be outta their minds
I can't believe he got elected man

weathered a storm and can't deny I was hiding it
When you hear my songs that's just me clearing my mind a bit
I'm convinced I feel the demons leaving as I

to you for answers and instead
All I heard were questions
Well I guess I had to be a man
Push pass mistakes to grow up and
You’ll never see who I could

believe I gotta menton your name on this song (Man)
Seems like yesterday we was jokin' around
Always had a smile on your face, never a frown (Yeah)
You told

Alexa
Mindset wise no one is colder than we
Talking potential sipping whisky that's older than me
I just wanna be heard got 50 songs in the vault
Assigned

Done Somebody Wrong [Studio]

Southern Raiders Band

Raise Southern Dixie

2017

long
And life passes by as quick as a southern song
Just as sure as you think you've got it made
Comes round the grave digger and put you in your grave

ya, with them glasses and that lisp
Thick hips, shit I might just get a ring for ya 

You and me, we like Bonnie and Clyde 
Fuck you in that bonnet, by

working for more
And It'd crazy how these days be flying by I be taking it slow
And It's crazy how it's money on my mind it was days I was broke
I still be

days, I bite, the bread
Then I sip on the tea
Okay, okay I heard niggas yell on beats
You lil boys you might as well go back to sucking lollipops
Don't,

the earth where my roots have grown so large  
And i listen to her song for as im sailing through the dark  
Charred and battered by the past is one story I

pick up the phone
That's why I stay to myself, roll a cone

She love my music, said I'm in my zone Now she wanna hear her name in a song
I was like,

get schmithin
C- crib by the water, but I'm never out whippin
My mental fuckin' slowly fadin' away, I might be trippin
I ain't Chuck Norris, but I might

heard the words that be going around

coming to murder making no sound

the original, ready to go

leting 'em know, immediately

I'm fatal, better get up

I'm accepted
By mainstream America and good in the piece
Now niggas wanna talk all greasy (why)
Like they ain't used to open up for
Me in New York on tv

Director say action, say thanks
And then put my dick on your natural face and your bangs, dang
Heard she was fuckin a lame
I pull up real quick and I make