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I'mma makin' my own lane
Heed my words or you can eat the curb
And I ain't acting
So you can bet your last buck boy
I ain't breathing if I ain't

with dem man
Cuh me and dem man ain't cool
I make my young buck hide in the bush
Then jump out the bush like "boo"
Can the fuckboys get out the room?

Niggas can't be getting drawn
Out by some geeks
You know they ain't got no
Energy up when we meet (Ah)
We gon' get these millions
Turn these streets

Like, what? Grrah, grrah, boom
(Beat by Yamaica Productions, baby)
Every opp shot everything dead
Grrah grrah, grrah
Like, every opp shot grrah
Ah

that I do's about a buck
Or by the book
If it ain't the rich and famous
Y'all about afraid to look
If you don't trust in God, you're just a cog
Could be

Your fifteen hundred bucks-a-month apartment
Is paid for by a numbered bank account
You don't care where it's coming from
To you it does come easy

in gorilla blood
I speak sermon that evolved by the semi slugs
My shine Bishop Juan
Betty showed me plenty love
Holy communion reefer clouds
Over

If you can't tell from my red neck
Or that bottomland camo hat on my head (okay)
Or my muddy truck or that big buck
Twelve pointer hanging on my

Wash the blood off his hands and then get baptized after
I'm the New Testament, the last five chapters
And God said he would come back by rapture

bucks a week right here, right now, to join my all-girl band!

Make it twenty-five, and we bunk together

Done!
What are the odds that we'd find

just hit the tare button
Tears coming hurt niggas head on
The tears but in
Tear something, buck fifty a nigga
That's ear to ear cutting
Air something,

backed by
The truth with fronts up?
And how they think this rap
Shit influence the young bucks?
'Cause we was all young once
Man got us into beef instead

of the ends
Ten-ten, ten, serve it to them
Man been kway with Sarah and Ben
Anytime I buck these yutes, they run
Give no toss, they're dragging their friends

animals
We dying to eat we active as fuck
These dividends in Panama bucks
Futuristic, my shooters roll up
In Amazon trucks
Circus of power Rocky Dennis kids

wanna meet ya
I just want one night
I don't wanna keep her
Raised by the dope dealers
I used to have a beeper
I get a lot of bucks, broke is not popular

that lowrider
I can't leave a witness (Brr)
Touchdown in Cali' by the Bay
All I see is bridges (Whew, whew)
We ain't even finished

Green on me like I'm

I'm stumblin on the pad like I'm a ghost
I stop and take a breathe
Then resume the show
I been losing myself becoming less composed
Thrown by

sister's thighs
When they welcoming Wise
Or they eyes when they surprised
By the rotten' insides
But besides my sexual powers I
Was just fucking with ya

got the spot hot
Run up on Tre, see the trap spot
He got some bucks but he not hot
Niggas ain't slide on no pressure through our block
The light up

Motorcycles, denim jeans
Neon lights, Tennessee
Ten bucks for a beer at every bar
Singing Buddy Holly at the naked karaoke
With a 58 and phony

I guess by now I'm supposed to be a man
They said I'd find some kind of freedom
When I forgot what I said
My grandmother still gives me
Ten bucks

Country clubbin'
Country clubbin'

I come from torn jeans, rusty trucks
Worn boots, couple bucks
Early risin' 9 to 5
Hand to mouth, gettin' by

went by and he be worse and worse
Like he was thrown in a curse I hoped that he would reverse
Then one day he asked me for a couple a bucks
He said he

try to buck up, make him shut up
I'm on that type of timing with Lil Kylan, he be tryna slide
Talking sneak that iron in push his mind swear that he