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lookin crazy
Pop that patrone baby 
I’m in my zone lady 
Let’s hit the road baby
Or iz u gone play me

before we lived off neeley 
Crazy as shit and I just might still be
She gone off the drank 
I'm gon off a pilly
Goin hard in the paint 
Do it accidentally

(FreeSwaggær The Streets)
Yeah
(Griimz)

But I’m The Motherfucking Star
I’m The Motherfucking Star Round This Motherfucka Man
I, Me, I’m

of Spade, bitch I'm drunk
Hit the stage make it rain til they run out of ones
Niggas broke yeah they ran out of funds
Looking for a lick I bet a nigga lose

Omerta and serve ya lil time
One day you coming home
Know some niggas got life and they ain't drop a dime
So I got em til they gone
I used to do hits I was

get it just for that
I got some BDs in my city, they just take it, they don't rap
They all for them niggas, all cap
Ayy, I'm too geeked, so, I don't

got a fifty in his strap
It get wicked when I'm mad, and I hold grudge these niggas don't get no dap
I wack niggas wit' my gang, we hide 'em in

Prices is high
Niggas want fifty for eighth
But I got to where they grow it and I get it off my face
Only smoking what I'm rolling
cus that shit just might

dea cause purity heart based
And when she gone and I can't see her
Who's helpin' my heart stay
I'm just a (black child)
Go
That front lawn was no grass,

it
Money sittin' right there
Gotta get up and get it
Stand on business, then I
Trap, I'm rollin', Let's get it
It's 'bout fifty pounds in there

fuck with the right nigga
He will murk you
All I need is one mic, one Mac, one iPhone
Just one shot in this one life then I'm gone
I spit that - love me

said he gone rob that boy must be kidding 
Step to my door bet yo ass gone get it 
100 and 50's 
Glaat gloat glat glatt
Yea man this that hot shit 
AYE

a whore for shares
Watch me lop that shit off and hold your head by that hair
Pop a couple off, words are bullets in the air
Won't stop 'til I drop about me

think that I'm lacking
I shoot til it's empty
Lit in this bitch
And I'm gone off the henny
We talking bout raxx bitch you know I got plenty
Fuck that lil

Skyy/
I won’t  Drive the boat I don’t drink and drive/
Playing I’ll be there by Jackson five smoking Georgia Pie/
Cuz I’m out of State with a different

wanna run this up 'til I'm Bed-Stuy
And I wanna sleep
Sleep
Sleep
I don't care what you're gonna say
My fuck shit, I'm gone all day
I run this
Off top

Well the pilgrims have left us, the thanks are all given
Black Friday is here, decorating's begun
By tomorrow the malls will have snow freshly

I'm imbued with the spirit
Of the English Tommy dunno my kill count
It's bigger than the fingers on me
Imma sing a song for the
Memory that lingers

on you n***** , and what’s up with you bitches, I ain’t trippin on bitches, I ain’t never one down I’m always pimpin ‘ you bitches, you never got played by

An Everyday Thang In My Household
I Went Outside & Then I Got Cold
And Now I’m Grown Now Niggas It’s Still On
Bow Bussin’ On Them Niggas ’Til They Gone
How Many

South in Ya Mouth

Gangsta Blac

Down South Flava

the South boy
Counter that, runnin'? I'll be damned if I'ma run trick
Down fifty-one from the law, 'til I'm free bitch

Corn on the cob, ribs on the grill,

by being absolutely clear, you are
Not frightened, not divided, not demoralized
Not cynical and then you can make progress

What I call positive, you

arrived I was too gone to care
Was a 50-foot drop down that 20-yard stare 

And I'm a long way from home
30 miles I'd bet
And I lost a friend but gained

No hands on the wheel, wiping tears off the glass
Okay yeah with you by my side I'll run another lap
You're my friend, you be where I'm at
With me when