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myself lit
Pistol by the pelvis, King of Pop Michael
Niggas fallin' off like Niagara swearin' they hard no Viagra
Aye, pause dat, ain't come to play I get

you the one I think I cant trust
You don't know what pain is 

You only hop skip and drop top tipped by anybody with a crotch grip 
And never think

was
six It's a list I'ma get when I'm pissed
Tell them they can't rap, so don't diss And my aim perfected, I won't miss

It's a game of checkers, you

in that Nolia
See these crackers out here bad now
400 Years. I can't give yo ass no pass now
So many tears. All this fear that we done passed down

and now's the time
Nigga you not that guy, I see ya' don't try to hide
Got big racks right by my side
Feeling like Chucky I'm slicing ya' throat
The nigga

yeah yeah
Did the drive-by in the range I keep an iron Tony Stark
Talk too much i'll catch your ho like Randy Moss yeah yeah
Diamonds dancin' I ain't

Your bitch in love with CG
I caught her cleanin' my Draco, she a pain freak
Shake when I go deep, wantin' that nigga ho, I'm with that, I can't tell

shit pull up with red beams
No, I can't even cuff that hoe she fucked the whole team
I got that new pack in, boy, I just sold the whole thing
Nigga I

killin me
Pain can't swim that's why I drown in the Hennesey
Tied to the enemy run in your crib slump you in your fireplace
And have smoke comin out

of detention 
I can’t make no exemption 
Time to take everything  
I done ever envisioned (all that) 
With my brother in heaven 
Looking down as my witness

I got the keys
Pull up, west side
Riding the vibe I'm so good with it
You got the eyes
Right by my side
Lil mamma so fine she so cute with it
She got

thank you, Jesus
Boy, boy, I see you fake flexing
I ain't even gotta lie
Liquor all in my liver
Weed all in my eyes
Woop
Cops pull up by surprise
She hit

this (scrape)
You better watch the shit you say 'cause I might pipe your bitch (for sure)
Just text my phone, baby can't call me, even like my pics

breaking no decoding me
I'm all man it ain't no ho in me
Make the money I don't let it make a nigga but I'm still about my currency
Give a fuck about

damaged goods that’s a nono
Bag bitches by the 2’s me & bro bro
J. Le’Ariez say my name & you know ho
Bitch
Fuck you mean
I got my own shit got own whip

confused.
I can do what he can’t do 
I got the spark like a Pikachu 
I don’t spit to grime
Gimme a week or two
Got you and your gimmicky rapping weak and blue

slipping away
All upside down and I'm bound to see it fixed do not mistake
But by no means can I tolerate this type of shit you've got to hate
It got away

right by that army park and that old bank
Niggas know my name but think too much bout what they dawgs'll think
Got it out the mud, that's the only thing I

or if the booty round
I can't even see you through these Cartiers, I'm Ray Charles
Dump 34 up in his stomach, but he ain't Charles
I can't even see you

what you make it
You can make it if you try
So forget about those hangups
Or life will pass you by
Let's get busy party people
Follow us and you can't go

curvy though
I could be tangent to your curve but you ain't worthy ho

'Cause I'm a rich scholar (scholar), got the city shook (got the city shook)
I

phone
Made a M from a L Nintendo, brudda move and peel his cap from the window
And I never could care for a lil' ho We pull up, turn a big to a lil' bro

Name a hitter that can channel big poppa and be the hottest here
Ho, I'm icon of the year (year)
In the summer, I break out to dog bitches, and they

suddenly have full bloom, I rose to cris' anthems
Played by boys and girls like 'We Are The Champions'
This is my piece, a soundscape plus visual backing
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