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Fuck his bitch i'm the man now
Yes the man with the plans, I got bands nows
Caught him on a lacking by his self
Fuck boy know you ain't safe
When we come

they see we advancing
Heard em talking, that sh*t is outlandish
Like those days for them J’s you went campin’
Shawty say my whole squad is outstanding

John Cena
Cause bitch you can't see me
Money doesn't grow on trees
Yes, it does, just look at weed
Fly around like ima bee
In my J's and in my T
Black

We got this shit locked down
You can't even touch it

You just can't
Shit is too hot
I pack the weed like sacks of Christmas trees
People walk by

luxury
Guess ill turn to beats and say my piece till it's enough for me
It won't be enough though
This weed and this liquors my bluff so
I puff cuz I know

Ak97 gjør en drive by
Så si no feil om buddha
Gutta klikker det blir full fight
Du burde backe ut
Sitt og ta det chill
Ingen her som backer ut
Kan ta det

Just because I'm breathing
That doesn't mean I'm alive
The truth is, I think I'm dead inside
Just Listen, let me tell you about it
It's tricky j

I

I feel embarrassed to say
I let myself get away
Couple J's smoking weed to the face
Everyday since 15
See I had to quit so I could breathe
And be Pace

Trained to kill stuck in the field you can get popped like a pill
To real and you can tell by the words 
That I spill so much pain no rap could describe how

Yeah, uh, uh, shh
You model, jewelry, or you rap nigga
Chase the cheese, you a rat or a trap nigga
All my G's alphabetical

Weed strains alpha

through
I'm bringing the wraps and smokes
Cause I'm about to light me a J
I heard
This life is whatever you make it
So I'm finna make this shit fun
They

WHEN HE FEAST
START AT YA FEET
AND SPIT OUT YA TEETH
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOIN' ON?
AND BY THE END YOU GON' KNOW THE SONG
SENSI STARR HOT LIKE A LOADED GUN

weed
Now I jump in the beemer like Jimmy Schnook
I'm a crook, never play by the book
You can tell by my look
Damn it's been a short time comin'
But you

Chopping chopping that's a wrap
Dropping bombs like it's Iraq
On the track, I'll be driving by when all your tires flat
This has started as a metaphor

'suis fucked up sous rali comme mes potos Siboy et Cahiips
Les colons sont venus chez nous, ont pris diamants, le pétrole et khalis
J'ai laissé ma weed et mon

get my t a crib before she six feet below
Ray J my one wish but we ain't wishing no mo

RIP mama ya baby love you
You know i gotta hold it down

Ok I'm

Said they fucking with my music, now I'm popping like a zit
Told my bros, just hold on, we going up like a lift kit
Like J.B. Mauney I'm on my bullshit

hard
Weed stanky shit smelling like wawa j farted
I smoke with the hi men I'm going retarded

Bitch I'm a hi men (Hi men)
With the boys i be climbing (Be

at us now, young niggas runnin the town
Come fuck with the squad and we gone put you down

Mic in my hand just give me confidence
Me and my gang run it by

all day I benefit 
Wait my, whole name bout to get it in 
This year, they gon know me by the end of it 
I don't give a fuck if you don'tlike me
Im

J's on my feet, Lacoste shirt, Glock in my pouch

If it ain't about no money, what is it about
I used to jump up in the booth when they had doubt
Now

I'm really my own boss
I only work for me
I'm riding smoking weed
Like I'm from Cali
Big blunts
Two grams
All rolled in a Grabba Leaf
You couldn't be me

delighted
Five-hundred dollars worth of White Star
'Bout to hide it
'Cause y'all ain't drinking mine up
You better drink that E&J and Paul Masson

hier in DC
Life ist ziemlich easy, wenn du weißt
Wie man das Spiel spielt
Du brauchst einfach viel Weed, make money
Repeat bruh, es ist The real Ji