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breakfast and a concrete I still take quick pit stops by domdines

Wrap my tag in foil den hit dem sales dat call after curfew
When I hit dat town wid da str8

boy that's winning
Bust down while walking through my trap I'm Nino Brown in this district
Clientele looking for hard, or smack or scarmble pack for

the Law Abiding 
Citizen I was to these motherfuckers wanted to try me 
Fuck with my family swear to God is gonna be a hom a 
Side note you either ride

of my life 77
Omg I think I'm going straight to mf'n heaven 
Where else could o go for dealing xtc in seven

The road to riches became a hesitant one I

regret saying no
Well I haven't thought of her in over a year
A day doesn't go by I'm missing you here
That was my first time a post got some views

like Rick Ross
Invest in myself I cannot take a loss
Uh clown niggas not amused by those
Shooting at my foes
Tell my redbone Bend and touch her toes
Bad

on moving up
Only where I'm at cause a nigga ain't lose enough
Soon be in tune, they not gon' know what to do with us
They laughed at my pain, yeah, they

Pow spell 
     Speak you parler,
   in this my mother's
     parlor, wash your
   undershoes when you
      come in, say thanks
    to foggy moon

Niggas hate the police, but keep breakin' the law
They have our brains and stomachs in a big knot
You gotta be dumb as hell to die for the block
It's

Let me correct that my mother and father in law
I know that these past days i fucked up my chances
I guess that's the lesson for holding the grudges

made it, not you
Yeah, best to bow to my authority too
You admitted, you' pissing, not dissing
But not in our lyrics
We respect our craft
You cannot come

aware my whole presence
Is something seen in a sci-fi flick
I fly wit the squad or I'm by my dick
Watch me rip whatever I touch i'm so imperial

Morgan more than Freeman
Dirty in my cup so don't you ask me why I'm leanin' 
You mad because new fame is always in yo bitches recents
She a dime but ain't

breakfast 'fire the sunrise
mother fucker!
I bathe with the most wicked of witches
I'm Charles Lee Ray with no stitches
Dripping in sin
I do not ponder

on
Mama Mia my guidance be in the king palm by the palm tree
Lay my head while Mother Nature singing to me softly 
Little bit ironic you could say, cause

she said sore ho, I no dey fear anything so firi ho ko
She told me I must abide by the law, or get locked in the cell with the kromfuos
She said never

made it, not you
Yeah, best to bow to my authority too
You admitted, you' pissing, not dissing
But not in our lyrics
We respect our craft
You cannot come

And the dogs yea
And the mansion with them
two mother in law suites
I can see it
We'll be cooped up like a damn pandemic
All this time
Never knew what it would

design, in my own clothing line 
By the name of Birdgang feeling free as a bird mane 
One hundred percent, fifty-fifty, dry-fit, ringspun, tri-blend
Aw Naw

to it, it's always been
I worry bout my brother my mother says I should talk to him

We're insecure but who isn't we see it differently
Crying out for help

A lot of my Eastside partners are dyin' fast 
And it ain't for natural causes, fool, they catchin' a blast
Tim, Yogi, Bruce and James
pick up

a lot so you know I keep a flame
I ain't said it in a minute give you smoke like Bronny James
You in my QP smoke like 2-3 g blunts
Flying from the free

on the block moving slow-ly (slow-ly)
That's the mother fucking po-lice
Here come the laws nigga heads up (heads up)
Better raise up (raise up) Big chips if

they hurt me so bad it ain't really no hope
But I still chase a bag 'cause it might help me cope
Dryin' my tears with bluefaces
Keepin' these hoes in