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my hand in her thong
Boy, you out here smokin' average, I'm smokin' on that strong (awoo, bitch)
Cage me, free me, release me (yeah)
When I'm in

He's going away
You got him
Easy now
Papa got beats making history

Oh my God
Larry, they get all the hits
Wreck-A-Bear in the morning, trying to get

A blue soldier with his lunch money crown, yeah
Hit the street until he's beat them all down, yeah
You're my super-duper hero
Give a criminal some

MCs 
Feel real slack 
Its ill that I only make ill raps
And still the bills stack 
They ain't trying
To see me get by
Can you feel that? 
Really ain't

fronting & flawging
Flow Like a butterfly sting like a bee King of the jungle swing by with the tree
Whole Crew eat that’s survival to me greenhouse for

I came from ramen noodles n*gga and sliding buckets 
Started from the bottom now I'm recognized in public
Motivated by them times had hunger in my

out dope spots. Bitch I been had work I been slanging these beats in the streets you ain't hear it when He door knock?

Ima get you elevated, Ima get

an impact Went from little game to aiming up for the
big bags, This track will serenade Gaze into barren wasteland, Pave a path and make a way out of this, My

to Burden no people
They ain't gotta' do With me
Mentality on some shit half the time
Never rewind, but using my time Isn't free
People think that I'm greedy

pistol but I'm killing shit with my rounds
Official I make a call you out of bounds

The hottest in town
You can't turn me down
No matter the vibe I got 10

put you on blast
We just switch the stack
I just get the bags
You could just flip through the mag
Check, I'm the best dressed
Get the stress out

chip away to fantasies
I'll make enemies you don't need to know me
I don't have a name let me proceed to wreck the scene and kill this beat
Nolan Ryan I

bat
Yeah, in Brazil we got this shit too
Got the keys, got in the car
And gone downtown
Beat some rich retard!

Hey playboy, got no choice (coé)
Shut

like I asked

Turns out she cheated, contact deleted
You can't have my body she said
I suggest you beat it
This guy is weakened
All the girls now pity

fucked by the cream of the crop
When it come to winnin I get addicted man I never stop
Try to play dirty and you will get mopped
Killers wit me brought

glow bitch
Arm all out the window, watch me a stunt ho been on the grind for a little, but I won't more
VVS got my chain all heavy, bust down the Bezy

the time front the screen, making music, making beats
From bottom to the dream, California, I ain't never been
You never call me, what you need, you just say

And the ones who pull me out when I drown in the drink
I'm like Stevy with a semi it's an automatic
Once I grab a mic on the scene shit is problematic
Like damn

can see me in the sky
Cos I don't belong here u can put me out the line
My god is family tho
We having fun u know
Shout out to ma homie Zel for putting

Pardon me
Its getting really hard to breathe
My apologies
Im sick of all these Wanna be’s
'Bout the Harmonies
Not about the Hard money
You start

wit me brought from the block 
Always kept my cool when shit got hot 
But I'm raisin hell when I drop
Talkin record sales hittin heavens and over

some water then I proceed to slaughter this rap verse
This what you call catching bodies on beats so get the black hearse
Before they clap me I clap

cry

Yeah my flesh again is my test my soul is possessed
By Yeshua in the form of disciples and crucifix
The Jewish kid got me doin sticks
Like homie

came first
I'm excited by the hypes I'll see my face on t shirts
You ask yourself why u ain't vouch for me
Never knew I'll come first
Now I'm lending