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Since a youngin' I was buck wild
All up in the dirt, ma screaming
"Get the fuck out!"
North where I was raised at, South Philly
I played that wherever I'm

the window it was bout to go down
Bullets raining Vic letting of like a gun for hire
Screams muffled only by gun shots and screeching tires
Grim hit the floor

Yeah man
You already know what's going down
Yung Sky hit me up, said he needed a feature
You better turn up for your boys for the one time
T1
They

of a week
All this blue inside my pocket my wallet 60th street
3.5 inside a wood or else that bitch is incomplete
Charging 60 for the 8th the white boys gon

the messenger
Let them pussies know who drivin' by, go 'head and rev it up
Put that boy we smoked on it, I might just snatch your necklace up
They keep hangin'

the two man, Mike and Ike
You wanna talk, I'ma take your life
Niggas be caught down by the sight
I want a wrist full of some ice
She make me scared when she

it's pay day
Better pay up don't give a fuck or we spray guns
cll my niggas lit shawty in the Vip getting wild
cnd she brought her clique
Nasty little

and it's one
And for a few it's fun
But live and die by the same gun
You shoot down what you don't let run
Good headlines from the judge, ask anyone
Book

I'm all the way in and I'm turnin' boy, nah
Fuck burn me, I'm tryna burn back
Don't let the skinny shit fool you, I get out and scratch
I'ma knock her

Hop up in a PJ, we could fly low
Baby you a roller coaster, high n low (hey)
If we hear 5-0, all my guys gon go
From the city, keep guns under the Bible

shiest
A catch me cutting up
In the fast Lane
Blunt full of ole boy
I swear that ten mill
Had a lot of bang
I miss my old toy
And when we all standing

snappin' on the beat, and I'm just sayin' how I'm livin
Don Dada Wild Child, lil' bitch, I'm the only one
I told this bitch, she the only one, now she tryna

Aye
At 16 I rehearsed like countless verses
I understate it by just saying its worth it
Get on a feature touch a beat send it back in a hearse

Nigga lets do it, the fuck is you saying
You think you a man with that gun in your hand
He gon' wake up and forgot that he had one
Knock that boy out

him with my toy
Im still in the trap and it's me and all my boys
Ktk the gang and we moving in Detroit
I'm a young ass nigga but my guns hit like Floyd

beam lightning flash DNA genes, split seems like phat asses in jeans
Too major
Front page 
Yah, boy the cool like Lupe 
Never slipping  sharp as Shannon,

In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are running wild

I'm plugged like an outlet
I'm feeling good I might be here all night I
Wear ice on my neck
And Chanel on my waist
I'm surrounded by more water than

just get wild
When I'm picking up pack I say it with my chest boy I get loud
And the shit I'm making nasty call me Mr. Proud
You say you trynna give them

school
Snort drugs
Drink booze
Make the news
White boy
Makin moves
Imma win
You’ll lose
With my crew
What’s new
Not shit
That’s cool
Smoke meth
Let loose

the experts they know
Yeah The world is on fire all my senses say so

Come find me by the jukebox
Bad timing til the tunes stop 
Let's dance while the world

Damn ya bitch she eyeing me
She said I got the juice
Put down the guns
Let's get it with the twos
Fuck it this a quick draw
I ain't going playing by

live by the gun 

(W.A.W.  W.A.W)
(W.A.W.  W.A.W)
(W.A.W.  W.A.W)
And you know I got these bitches on me
(W.A.W.  W.A.W)
(W.A.W.  W.A.W)
(W.A.W.  W.A.W)

Number one NBA draft I can go pro
Know that I'm tryna get bread by the boatload
Play with the gang and get ate like Ocho
Yo hoe on a string she came