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could make an onion cry!
U-G-L-Y, like an alien chased by the FBI
U-G-L-Y (x7)
You ain't got no alibi, you ugly!

the number on two hands
Hard to stand under him when you don't understand why
Sleep's more than a cousin of death, it's the twin
At least in my personal

I'ma get use to the fact that I'm by myself

But I don't really got myself 

cnd nah I ain't really looking for help 

I know you don't care if I

wheels in this bitch
And that's to show you how it go
And now we got motion on go
Could give a fuck less bout a hoe
We put a tag right on his toe

And now

fucking with the kid, I'm a outcast
Nigga steady talking what he did, can't vouch that
She be tryna eat up all the kids, where the mouth at
How you tryna

BLOODBOND be my brothers, KOTF bust yo whole ass
Hanging out the window doing donuts dump the clip fast
I can spend about a rack or two all by myself
Rest in

love em I don't trust em
I could've fucked yo bestie bitch I could've fucked yo cousin
These hoes I jus cut em shit they coming by the dozen (No cuffin)

Oh that shit recording get in there
I was out selling dope with my best friend
With my best friend
Ever got to that sack legal or illegal you gone be

And i keep my girl by my side 'cause she be ridin' and shit
that other girl not by my side 'cause she was lyin' to the kid
We live a, life full a sin,

While they waiting for you to fail
Knowing they could never be successful as hell

to y'all,
Sippin wockiana you can tell just by how I walk
Never strap up, just be in that bitch going raw
Asking if I'm up, that's like asking if the winter

Not fictional method no criminals spike
Your surfing so below
You've encouraged by the rhythm
And the rhymes and it's a little time before
You all

blatter love me love you Bak don't turn me to a idol
 I ain't seen a 20 or 30 ball all at one time 
But i ran up a 10 by myself probably ah 50 you was too

a nigga could go be a scholar
But a nigga said, "Fuck that" 
Flew out to Cali where the sluts at (where the sluts at?)
Back in LA, yeah, we run that

I just crank on a bitch like a bell (Crank)
Only use one hand like Odell ('ell)
Shipping gas, you could tell by the smell
Big bag with the Glock in

We clear out a nigga block 
Pull up and spray again 
I'm from da hood dats somewhere 
I ain't trynna stay again 
Life could be worse 
I won't eva

like a Colin
It don't take A lot get the money and fold it
Most of the day he out begging and toting
If he saved like a Seven I swear you'd be goated
Bad

you by my side and it be all gravy, my star baby

I’m in that coupe on Alcantara open roof you see the stars
Close the roof I’m still a star got

she ain't with me I could never chase
I'm confused ain't run track but my mind be on a race
Where I'm from you play your cards right you better keep

Yeah I wrote this song before I wrote you back
You know that this how I think best
But not because I told you that
You know it's facts
And truth be

You gotta be street smart 
Keep quiet we don't even talk 
To geeked when I pull off 
Fucked around spilling wok on my dior 
I been stabbed in my back

Broken Twin
You’ve gotten thin 
Could you survive me 
Could you survive me 

A walk of life 
Cropped by the scythe
Would you revive me
Would you

so trim, I treat her like my twin when I shop it
I buy by the pair (buy by the pair)
They said it was up with me but I'm so trim right now, nigga,

than my enemies, you don’t see them near me
Many people are wondering like who is this nigga gotdamn..
LiTm biz cash reality when I tuck two twin sisters