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P.A. On The Track
You Bettah Play That
Shit, shouout to the entire whole fuckin crew
Because i always miss a few
Look
Ima tell you off top to come

Just got paid From my 9-5
Was paid at 9 And it's gone by 5
I got C in maths an I'm tryna C cash on cash
Like it's multiplied
U see my life on screen

and clean out the wax,
Life isn’t a dream kid, she’s is all about tax.

Think they care? Think they’ll always be there?
Think they’ll feed you? When you dying

at
Any opportunities
Which I’m seeking
But y’all peeping
All my movements every track
I’m never holding back
Giving what I got cause I’m black
But I rather

at you, catch you lackin
Came up out some grass roots, so guaranteed to stay the same in Louis V or track suits
Facts, truth

Fact or fiction
When i'm

God by my side right now
Been at my lows
Seen my highs
So I'm finna slide right now

All in my bag
Doing my dance
Way too high to come down and drag

at 
Any opportunities 
Which I'm seeking 
But y'all peeping 
All my movements every track 

I'm never holding back 
Giving what I got cause I'm black 
But I

and wait
For about a day
Then pour it all over an Escalade
Pour it on an Escalade? I'm just playing
Ain't nobody got no time for Satan
And you know how it

when attention's drawn
Towards every single step you take, all I do is wrong!
All i do is wrong, and to be honest, I'm so sick of it
I can't please

And right when I get all my hopes up
Something explodes lord
I never win

You can't hurt me, I've been buried alive by the devil that's in them hills
You

the cold
Once celebrated, to bring warmth dashy joys
Now it's all about the presents, flashy toys
The true meaning faded, love chased away
By status

Dominoes

clipping

CLPPNG

2014

grain, leather seats, ain't nothing stock
How many spokes 'fore they hear what you sayin'
How many tracks do a pimp got to stand
How many traps 'fore

Sriracha
All day cause a nigga might pave your way
Ándale ándale full blast better rep your way
Nigga I don't ever really think about them haters anyway
I be

on sick-a-wreck
And I don't make diss tracks
'cause that shit direct
A drill-drill, sit back
And watch the beef digest
Whip, whip, whip that, hand in the pyrex
All

a different universe

My voice cuts through the mix, it's done by design
Compression hitting hard, so I can dig into your mind
These tracks are for one race,

I'd read every hobo book collected on my shelf
I fancied that I'd like to try the hobo life myself
I'd live on beans and move about exclusively by

in
Now they about to read that nigga name on citizens
Damn, if we catch a opp, you know we pack him up

Bitch, this ain't no game, I got a tech it like

You know I'm votin' for y'all
If we could switch places with dead people
Then I'd go for y'all
I'ma name my next two kids I have after both of y'all

and Gomorrah

Ye, and I love this show
I love it when you can't love yourself
I don't love this dough
Y'all niggers fucking muppets I
Can come and go
Universal

nothing is funny
Still feel the emptiness inside even with all that money
Don’t you?
Money’s not the evil
There is a bigger issue
They’ll do anything for it

watch my shoes 
Nothing for me to lose 
Everything gotta prove 
Everything gotta prove 
So you know what I'll do 
Rap a track give to you 
Music my living

(pappie) NTM 
Trip zone music
Cokeboy
Man they know me as TIB
Got my Bros on this one
(feezy on the track go)


20 by midnight
What's on my mind is

mess with ibhuda
I'll crash you down to bermuda
Forever young, lead the pack njengo Lungtsa
All I do is win, call me Luda

Early birds we wake up with

this
If after all these times we still the same u know we locked in for life it never changes it goes
I wish I had some peace of mind for all the time