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on a Nissan Sentra
Ya' man hot while his trap
Got a sign to enter
OG down the street got a couple spinners
I go Davinci with the Glock
I probably paint

We all fated where we destined to be

All the bitches fall in love when they hear my voice
I got a classic demeanor
A trapper just by choice
They be

stay at the Beacon
Shaky, beat it, the ice like a freezer
Lil bitch mad, she said I was cheating, yeah
Yeah mad for no reason, yeah yeah
Lets go to Four

Uh, yeah, okay
Let's get it straight, cut the chase, we go straight to the basics
If you and I can multiply the streets, we'll do no paying
We just

will you catch me in the way
By my lonely where a nigga stay
Cause it's how a nigga really made
No expression ever on my face
She gonna ride me like

ON THE FLOOR
ONCE I GET IT ALL I STILL WANT MORE
SO I HIT THE STREETS EVERYDAY ON A MISSION
getting PAID EVERY WHICH WAY PLAYIN MY POSITION
GOTTA DO IT BIG HERE

keep me a toaster. He play like he street when we read through them folders
Heart kinda' cold, baby girl, I can't hold you. I still got some shit that

could feed a nigga off your plate but that won't kill hunger
Grew up gettin' my own with no complaints since I was a lil younger
All odds against me

that I blow I keep him hung by the plaque on my wall
Next to my Louis Vuitton You get whatever you want

When I pull up with the gang gang Keeping

on the go go getting this dough doe I got coco by the boat load you bogo for the low low stay on your toes for them hobos riding stolos after your dough keep

been a jock
Ainno money on my books staring at the clock
We got rec after lunch dinner 5 O clock
It's gone move by noon you aint gotta shop
Make a move

Ayy
Ha
Ayy
Ayy
I could never be you niggas cause me and my niggas play it by some different rules
Street nigga with a blick don't get it confused
I

Next thing you know they flipping tricks
Yeah coming with my bank

Chris a Mac yeah a Big Old G
So Lil bitty bitch don't play 
Blowing gas cursing down

your bitch to mine, it ain't no comparison

My bitch is like a goddess, yours is like a crackhead
Yeah, that's my lil' shooter, yeah, she be down

to cope my problems
Ima stoner
Stress me out, I'll cut you off
Ima loner
A lil street, but not a thug
I'm alternative,
I'm so proud of the young man I've

We put dat boi on tv
Revolution televised
We got plenty alibis
Street oath like a oblige
You ain’t real it’s a facade
Turn him To ghost ain’t talking

to he block but this muhfucka’ gated
If you want the Draco, lil’ nigga
Come take it
We shot the block up ‘cause I’m hot
I’m impatient designs

the open
And my soul is free uh, I've been chillin'
Smokin' gas and blowin' trees
I've been runnin' from them jakes
Runnin' down the street
Know these

she giving me dome
That bitch for the streets, I'm so glad I ain't taking her home, no
That lil' bitch too messy, I think that she petty
Don't think

showin off my ass

Pass lil bro a play you know that he caught it like a snag
Why the fuck do they talk about opps all day niggas fags
By the way you act I

falling asleep
Flow unpredictable by any means
I be despicable violent with schemes
This style enticing like dangling keys
Speed on the streets while

socks
Ion got no bread, just a stomach full of knots
And a lil' bit of wordplay, ain't that shit a shock?
Baby it's the third date, can we tie the knot?

together
I'm just tryna eat with my niggas forever
I had a lil bitch that i thought used to love me
Then she did me dirty i had to do better
The world gettin

a know it all
Back it up full rewind stop it you know how I do
Stay up all night putting in that work to pay my dues

Jakes got me by the collar (Woop