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I'm around even love
Making music or if they're just here
To try to make a buck
But I get it
We all gotta make a living
Just sucks
So from this day

out. I said

I don't really wanna fight
I just wanna get hype
I just wanna get high
I'm just like you
Just try'na get by
Just try'na get right with

packed, just wait 'till I finish this verse, bro
I don't really know how you found my real name, but it really ain't hurt, bro
Unbothered, by it
You ain't

don’t play bout my bucks
Y’all my know my squad don’t drop down we don’t tuck
It ain’t no goose in these shots better duck
It ain’t no bitch in my blood

travel the states, I
Wishing someone who relates, I
End of the night when we drive by
Always got someone aside my, side when I'm riding around
So when I

four let it swing
Super sport I ain't fucking with them (mustangs)
I'll blow your doors got the horse by the reins
Soaking up the game that the OG's

the grass is greener by my side

C'mon catch a vibe
We could blow em trees smoke a little and get high
Pull up in my whip, if you down to get inside
Riding

let's keep it a buck let's keep it band yeah
I put ya head in the sand yeah
Act crazy you playing with me
Problems with pineal gland yeah
Stupid
Hit stick

Generation full of cancellations honestly I’d rather get a couple leers
Than to keep the shit I wanna spit bottled in locked up by fear oh dear
So here we go

to a fifty six
Ain’t even my car but I’m whippin it
Flipped fifty six and got a buck twelve
Spent six for it nigga I’m up twelve
Ask about me nigga
My name

to see us
Me and the bros
We just tried to grow up fast
Got stuck with the braces
So I had the glow-up last
Time went by
And a couple of years past
We

to tell them I found em a star
Cruising down PCH, the system is loud in the car
Might swing by the Louis Burger down in Long Beach, quarter pounder with

I'm clutching the mic I usher with the toughest murderous rhymes
Buck up you can't, stare at your death right up in my eyes
I'm so bright they dilate

teeth, I need a shave my face throw some shoes on my
Feet, I was fresh dressed like a million bucks, saggin in my ten dicks with a tear on my nuts,
Now

grams stashed in the dash with no seeds in it
How you think I pop out with that cash? I'm receiving it
How you think I made off with five thousand by

Never had much, but enough just to get us by
Dragged through the mud, but it made me a better guy
I'm trying to live alive, but look out for the jealous

play by
Doorbell Knock knock at your chest
We are love when your at your best
Is it a love of fire? or a love of flesh?
You ever had those days
Feelin

what I'm tellin' you
Yo look at you just move up out my way before buck at you
Got tools for the war steady ready it's a muscle too
People like to doubt

put your bitch in the buck n*gga
Huh, I'm what's up n*gga
Dope boy can tell by the gut n*gga
Money make it hard for you to trust n*ggas

I was serving

Without it
They gon judge you by
Everything they can
Like the color of your skin
Or the color of your baby
Or the color of the lady
That you made the baby

ministries
Did this as a young buck never got ten a key
I'm out here going hard in the paint while you cheer lead
Every time we go to the bank deposit her own

Yeah I got you, I got you, I got you
Yo, Yo You thought you could throw me, leave me all by my lonely
But I'm truly the greatest you gon see, taught

to one of your songs
Shits depressing 'cause your music really sucks
I'm sure that you could make some bucks
But only by sucking some huge cocks
Yo girl

a date
I gotta shorty to go wit a shorty
U gimme a forty I'll nut in her face
Buck in dis place I cannot f*** with a waste
Done wit' the pace just like