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me, yeah, they lurkin' by my side
Messin' with this fuckin' gang better pray that You don't die,
Kobe finna fade away Bitch, I'm gettin' money, only

done by myself, now the problem solved
Told my youngn  wen we
move, we sliding on feet
Two pistols, sixty shots, we too deep

That's thirty shots apiece,

If I'm a runner-up, it ain't no way you a contender
A thousand ways to make money, you want me, sure you want
Better get it off the muscle, nigga, go

Don't haggle with the ice cream man
Don't look into the sun
Don't try too hard to understand
Don't cock the loaded gun
Don't go into the lion's den

a coil in a tesla

No, I'm not talking about the lil suckers when I say your ass is a dumb dumb
fuck I'm gon' run from
Surrounded by hella fanboys where is

cutthroat like
The olden days
Won't let my feelings go to waste,
It's divided by foreplay
'Cause it goes two ways
Lord forgive me for my sins,
But I've sinned

swimmin'
In the land of the sharks
Gotta watch your back every time
Niggas trigger happy
Live 'n die by the gun
Burnin' calories tryna
Run up the cash
But

the one holding the gun
Two days in my apartment
Power shut off
Leaving us in the

Darkness
I will comfort you as you caress my brain
Finding it harder

my gun, it make me feel nervous
I close my eyes and I vision murders
They hit the lights and ain't nobody worried

Tryna run up a bag, yeah, I know

the same!

You wake up yawning the same old bed
Down the same old house, living in the same old town
You go out for a run down the same old roads thinking

one
I been getting snaked
That's why I don't trust none
It's just me, I, and my gun
Beef with no nigga that's under the sun
I be with Fizz so I do what

and white tee
Running these streets with a cap gun
While I'm playing hide and go seek

Corner store trips in like 90 degrees
We had BMX bikes, you would sit

Crossed by a bitch, like my name Adam
Gotta charge it to the game don't be mad at em
I upgraded from her I left her speechless
Cop on the highway almost

that nigga I'm finna stack my money to the sky
If I have to growl on the beat ill go in Dray mode
Keep my gun everywhere I ain't lackin' in no store

a game, I got guns under my name
Bro got straps without them stamps, send them goblins up yo driveway
I remember being homeless, was jugging so I can eat

tapped
Cause you know a young nigga spitting that crack
I smoke that gas by the ounce
If I throw that cash then the ass better bounce
If you talkin' money,

go and sin more
Made it to heaven by the skin of your teeth bones

All rise in the court of the reaper
Jury full of doctors, reverends and teachers

screw
I been getting money cant lie, hun hun
Smoke the jane im on fire
Pass the blunt when im tired
Do the drift with the brakes off
Fuck you mean im

I heard their cries when the lights go out
Laughing once, they ain't breathing now
Midsummer dreams on which I've grown
Bleeding out, losing hope
My

the guns, fuck the rest, fade anybody trippin'
I was locked up in that basement, I was always trippin
It's all fun and games till I caught that nigga slippin

And a blicky blicky with it by my side
Never know in which way we would survive
Told that bitch "You hold it tightly and just hide"
'Cause I don't

and beat my bitch ass cuz she was still napping
Lil bro get off of that game you gotta touch paper
Taped a cat toy to yo gun you got a fake laser
Niggas

ain't no stun gun,

Make them niggas feel it in da air,

When we upon nem,

Divide da clip and make'em share,

Da extras wit his partnas,

He tried

this moment ive been mad patient just to lose it
They let the money go by that shit confusing
I think the (shhhhh) these niggas buy boy i think they use