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I really walk the walk, I got my printer running I could turn a half into a baker's dozen
I really walk the walk and my shoes ain't recovered, black

the plot
See they provided the barrel for y'all to climb to top
But crabs don't belong in barrels incase you forgot
It's a sick environment to turn each

Beyond the stars a darkness waits
An ancient force of cosmic hate
Its presence felt, a chilling breeze
A harbinger of death and disease
The sky turns

more than a hobby
Keep them fire flames ignited
Turn that venue to a Mojave
Shoutout to the family uh
Rest in peace to Granny uh
Long live the OG's I

Weh go marsham
Puttam for downThen you                                              Turn for back for tell
We say you lovam Which

business hit me up another time
I might die high by streetlight
Momma cry I lied said it'd be fine
I fight my fight to the Eastside dress on the Westside

the same, don't live in vain
Find another way that you can throw it all away
But shit, what can I say
What can I do but turn the page
What's up, what's up

HART
Maybe Slim Gimp I don't give a fuck
Just an alter ego there ain't nothin sus
So don't spook the intruder itchy trigger finger
Boutta turn

a storm, a dreadle in his lightning
Step inside my head if you wanna see frightening

I'll be standin' right here with a match by the door
Whiskey out

the stench

It's Dark and hell is Hot
Summer lying again

Firing Pen, turn slow
Burn islands in Guinness

Luck of Irish -
Leprechaun drive by wit a menace

I

Slumped in my bed, don't you dare turn the lights on
I been watching the top of my ceiling and now the nights gone
Sun rising on my red eyes
Crust

Mother, I'm afraid of losing
You and all that comes in ruins
How am I to come to terms with
Being made a fool by fate and
Please don't leave I'm only

Bossman takin'
Not much for givin'

That bitch should die
Instead of makin' his millions
It'll turn you into a killer
Come on, won't you let it

On the long

want some wak hardt
Pour a cup of liquor, I might turn into my grandpa
Swearing like a sailor, I don't need no savior
Smoke a lot of zaza, I got candy, I

brighter in the end
Weather the cold nights gone be stronger by the end

Doing everything I can cause I won't get no second chance
Ain't nobody fina save me

a nigga trap & steal a couple fiends
Long live my nigga Von, still get it by any means
I just gotta a 4 of Trish, broddy, get a couple creams
I know that

Young girls on motors they turn my head
Dresses up in leather it knock'a me dead
Young girls on motors wear leather boots
And these days drink

prod by LMO so on god, no way, uh
Let 'em hate and watch the money pile up
That's what 50 told Ye and it may hold up
So I'll say fuck you to you if I

your feeling, I wanna know bout you
You know we still goin, niggas ran out in June
You know I'm still pouring, I just poured a deuce
I turn into a young

Time will fly right by if you just let it
Do something every day to keep it steady
Gotta mass produce, that's for the leverage

I'm tryna touch

you do for me
You make me feel so alive
Thats what you do for me
You turn my winter into spring
Nakupenda dadada dadadada dadada
Nakupenda dadada

without the chrome homes
By spitting truth to every corner and every other place right up in the Cali state no it ain't up for debate
Hook you like some

heart just keeps on burning
Oookkk okk
Everybody get lit
Let's get loud and make a movie now
Oohh yeaa
Okkkk
Never gonna turn down
Looking dumbfound
Bring

I've been livin' by the crows
I've been talkin' on the phone
With death I sold my soul
For what?
Don't fucking know
All I know is that my vices
Haunt