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Finish up and call the homies
They tryna toke
And that just ain't for me
I mean I ain't afraid
I just need a sober brain
Cuz I gotta focus on makin' money

right off the top
At your throats like I'm saw blades
You spinnin out like a Mario Kart race
I get the top rates
So by the time that I take from you I'll

that I'll make it nothing stopping me
And it is not but it will be no excuses
So any barriers before me I'll remove them
Speak what I seek til I see what

break the ice, tryna make you laugh, make your heart beat twice
Momma raised me right, know these things take time
Might need more, cuz I'm lost in your

condition
We sweatin it out like
We never heard condition
Like chem trails spread by the jets
I bet, this shit here goes right over there heads
Instead

Yeah, yeah
Mic check, check
Mic check, check
Mom's gonna be irate, trust
Make sure I turn on the hologram and that, yeah
Let me take you back

Watching the window of memories fading
If I could help I would shatter and break it
You can make yourself feel better by calling me crazy - I'll make this

You gonna do something to who
(who) what (what) when (when) never that
If they got a problem, tell em call me
We can settle that
Matter fact, you

like a Nitti beat oooweee
Surrounded by cuties ripping shorts with their booties
Tryna eat like Shaggy with my dogs like Scooby
That's a throwback. While

by my own
Never took out no loan
I turned myself into a boss
I learned from taking a loss
All My niggas up next
Pardon Me I don't mean to flex
I did

on a verse 
Watch a dude spaz 

Thats how I roll 

In the 403 
With O on me
Wanna slide
Gotta ride with a real OG
Got trees lookin proud
No seeds no leafs

out his dough
Bitch head to my toes I
Be dripping like a faucet
He said that he love me
Arkham Asylum he lost it (haha)
Honey, I really don't love

Can't nobody stop me and nobody ever will
They ask me why I be doin' this, I do it for the thrill
The flow that I be droppin' on this beat, man, it

sound. Only here for paper folding. They give me money first & we're golden. Come with cash, no tax withholding. Gotta get them figures just like molding.

Ima giddy up
Now I’m shopping for the baby, where the sippy cups?

Stalking my page you think you know me from a picture 
Never judge a book by

Cause I had the time 2
God did why didn’t you?
The beats get ran through like a track too
This is track 2 
Attract to bitches with big bags & bags

Check my demeanor, bitch, I be on some demon shit
This K it make me feel like a ninja, the way I swing the stick
Shots to the dome, I get them gone,

I’m the mf that’ll have you facing karma,
Yeah ima mf, catch me fuckin on ya momma.
Bitches making reels, but they stay getting faker.
Looking for

that u a real one,

This for the people who didn’t deceive or manipulate me,
Just worried bout my health my happiness and my safety,
Now we on this

62's zippin out the Barrel hitting from deep like my uncle harold

Getting busy all this rap buzz got me ina Frenzy do it fluently let's get it g blood

The concrete on the pair

Never far away

Never seen in dreams

Never one to stay 

So maybe you should know

Know it well from me

cs far as it goes

Do what

smoke the weed or the herb
Hop in the Honda, we making it swerve
Not a woman, not hitting the curb

Took out my phone and hopped in this beat, better stay

Back in the day we was spinning in Buicks 
I got my money on my own, no manuevers 
They wanna run up on me, told em to do it
Got Ky written on my

how far I’ve gotten and they’ll love me for it.
But the next measure comes and maybe I trip, or skip a beat.
Maybe I get back up and make it seem like