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Imma do it for the gang, imma do it for my brothers
I'm standing 10 toes behind my brother NB
And you see I'm switching flows
Imma versatile artist
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Countin up count more
Countin up count more
No vest more raw
No rest On war
They aim high
Do it for the show
I skate by
Cuz I'm in the mode
Just look wild

my time to savor the moment
Take my life by the horns gotta hold it
Since the first grade, a nigga been poet
Got a way with them words better show it

granny been told us
Three nights ago she had a bonnet on and got real jiggy
It's Friday morning and she texting me like she threw with me
I done smashed

I'm tryna slide up by and hit ya mama
Uh huh, she fucking with Woah
I keep rackies on my side, you can't even fuck with me
Huh, she want Prada, told

you're around me
Just keep it one hunnit
You go from beloved
To dearly departed
Peace be unto you s3 Mohammed
Head and body separates
When I come in
Freddy

Drunk pon this liquor, the jam making me feel so right 
And then I saw her alone, with nobody by her side
She hot like fire, the way she do that slow

by no I think I would die
If I cant share collage with you
I cant imagine I cant imagine
Not having both of you there at my side
I cant imagine no I

eyes
I hope that he is good to you

We are still children I believe
Now Reason comes and speaks to me
I am not ready for the fall

[PART 3]

When I was

days yeah
Don't get it twisted, I'm already great yeah
Just the yellow misfit, separated by his vision
To climb up these divisions and rake in couple

know)
I'm making bangers everytime without the audio (audio)
She wanna hit me 3 am like why she calling for
Roll me up a Dutch some double Dutch inside

Muhammad(AS) and the muslim way
That then the grave expands
Giving me space
And my soul rises
Beyond space
Greeted by angels
Singing my name
But this might be

balles.
 
Tu veux plus qu’on discute? Tu veux qu’on reste au standard,
En stand by, apprend à courir avant que j’t’attrape en bas.
 
Grosse liasse, pleins

White boy wasted___jumping in the deep in
Fighting with my demons__ what three fuck I'm drinking


What the fuck I'm drinking __
 I'm kurking without

never been so small 
At least it's holiday season
(It's holiday season!) 
The 3 P.M. is seriously messed up 
He'll pay for all my taxes

Damn, I did it

chase Santa's words
No time for no more hoe hoe's
My work ethics absurd
Brothers by my side and I ain't never doing treason
Two four seven three six five

the nicest but that's hardly me
Nah I'm playin I'm the best by a large degree
Once you change how you look at it then you start to see
Timid rappers y'all

still resemble the artistry I jot on each measure
Could charge by the sentence, recording is a solid endeavor
I'm just saying man, ask and they'll tell

by myself and that my spirit
I'ma spin it, i'm with P, that's how it written
Pawn my soul, it move like liquid til' they kill us
Contract terms like I

finish this poem
How many licks to the center of a hypocrite
All the same, I have been dropping masterpiece after masterpiece
I put out three over

these genes gon' be sonning ya
I roll on the dark won't see where I'm coming from
I nutted in her eyes so she sees where I'm coming from
Three-some with

you're militant
That's the way that we're taught by our government
I don't want to hear that, save it for the next man
I got a mind of my own and I

YG
3AM though

Whole team winning
That's on me
What are we drinking?
That's on me
Started the business and we ain't quitting
While my heart skipping

Money and fame caused my links with old names to be crashing

But it's paved with the best intentions
Y'all get distracted by ass size and the chest