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to Ralph
Like patience my partners a run in your house
Cali weed it's guaranteed they gone smell us
Can't have my life so I see they be jealous
But what

help
So I post up at the corner to increase my wealth

I'm in the studio flowin', yet I'm slaggin' and stoned
So I can buy a big house for my three

of me speak
And preaching on my poetry
Getting better day by day it's
Noticing in the rap game I
Co-exist I ain't blow up yet
I ain't get my check haters

burnt my house
Savin' cash bitch
Fuck a bank account
Different hoes
They run in n out
Uppin' poles he in heaven now
Filled 'em up with bullet holes
His

'em with that left right
Make it by myself from desperations
Make my way through, state to state
The words I say come from somewhere else
A different

and run
It down your genitals
Another dame when I tear it out the frame
Then Armageddon came, it's not a game
It's on

It's not a game, no, with the Pete

niggas they down 
All of my people they slide 
Don't make us run in your house
I'ma need cash in advance
Boy i ain't movin unless cash is in hand
Call up

That was some September several bands by Christmas 
Fuck these niggas I'm just running laps 
Writing raps while I'm bussing traps 
Wish I was fucking

killed a civilian
2nd time i killed a cop, called by a witness
guess i was actin too Blacc, outside of that building
3rd time i sent the 1st crakkker momma

believed in a nigga when
A nigga was sleepin'
Stuck by my side when I was creepin'
She my ride or die, ain't no leavin'
I just wanna see you doin' good
I

maxed out, the gat might just blast now
Tell my mama her baby racks now
Came a long way from sleeping in strangers houses
I was up all night til

Troublematic Button

Dangerous Dame

I Got What You Want

to break so I can have me some fun
'Bout to hit the hoochie house and go to wax me some buns
Jump into the Super, then I pop in a tape
Then I rush to 85th

somethin' they not?
I'll walk in the spot if you ready or not
Can't take back what you said
It's too late man, I'm on hots
If you run up, ima play tag then

this how the story goes, I

Thought I gotta get up out of this hole and
Did it in a minute, bounce up and go then
Say I'd play a bit of, house with a hoe

Yeah, LOL bitch, I'm laughing out loud
I don't fuck 'em like Gacy, but I'm still actin' a clown
Casting your frowns
Run and hide, I'm comin' by
Tongin'

and Biscuit'll pop eyes outta the Socket
Yeahhhh
Too Gory, True Story
Dump you in the trunk and drop you off at your Dr house Hugh Laurie
Taking an L is something

To bring the light back to those eyes
Don't you know the way
So don't you run away
Don't you want to stay
Still I wait by the window
How'd it get so damn

shit
And most of these rappers they be too pissed
I love how I am cuz I rock by myself
These niggas be snakes they bad for health
You creep in my house

Written By King Cato
Produced By Itswhiteeyez (White Eyez Beats)

Hook
I touch it turns to Gold
With all of this ice I'm hella froze

Playing to win

you can run around town with
Astounding how loud your mouth is
I found it funny
Coz you'd go down in a round pound for pound
How's it sound
Clock

yeah[02:17.73]I go by CLO, yea I'm young, but I ain't dumb[02:20.54]Ain't try to fit in with the crowd, man I stick out like a sore thumb[02:24.79]I'ma say just

I told ya fuckin' ass I be back 
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin'

Hungary for a meal
Got out the house
I chose to run
The streets
Caught up with
The gang
And learned a hustle
I became a thief
Natural born hustler
I

troops
All I know is that cash route
Run it up til I make due
Make it back to that stash house
Tell me bout what that safe due
All my n***** gone cash out