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Give a fuck bout who it is if a cop then He gonna pay 
They dont know the ones we lost and we lossing em everyday 
Gotta keep you head on track never

I get lit by all any means they know there is no ending me

If yo mind ain't on a check bitch dats how you get wrecked
Mind your fucking business lil

raised by the streets
What you say you want? A mother fuckin half piece?

I don't sell drugs no more mother fucker
Now I pay the drummer. I ain't gotta pay

and we dipped
I got kings who around me who nothin but savages you ain’t compatible bitch
Hit up pat for the sauce he ain’t bounce yet
I just spent me ya

Goin' a hunnid
Now bitch is you coming not going out funny
That shit not meant for me uhhh hah
Bitch is you loading up El "go head" suck me
I know they

you look at me, I can see it in your eyes,
Nigga I'm not new.

I wasn't born yesterday so I know what time it is,
Ima make this money and pay my bills

Trappin in the streets whatchu know about it 
That life is history but the thought is temptin 
Flip a whole script now we livin 
Made it real quick so

change but never change cus of the fame
Blow up and I'm copping a chain
Hundred dollar bills out my pockets is only loose change
I be switching my style

From the south side bitch
You should know I'm rude as fuck
(Man, too bad)
Just doin me ol foolish
Me they who is he
(uh, who is he)
The foolery Tom

tragic it's all a mirage
Yeah, yeah
Feel like duke when he met his depth (Depp)
Del Toro with that bullshit
Till we up smoke like the kush went
Get

home, you got on every fucking light like
You paying bills up in this bitch the fuck you think I'm made of money?
It's like my cash is not as fast

You know that he Gon Freec
Used to not care bout flash and jewelry
But now I need so much ice its likely that you freeze
Sub Zero, I need milli's
That's

Made
MR
I was in the trap
Counting paper til I got a call
From Metronome
He said big bra
Won’t you check ya phone
I got a fire track
I wanna get you

Government finding new ways to make sure we're killed
They shaving the Earth, bald like Little Bill
No thank you Howie, can't take the Devil's deal (Let's Go)

directions 
Now that I'm buzzing hot girls invading my section
They plugged in but we still never made the connection 
The only thing we have in common is

we'll flaunt it!
'Cause me and Ckyttlez got that bang for your buck
I'm talking dollar bills, skills, so chill
The Trap God is real
I'm bringing you a new

like when they overlook me
Tired of da devil thinking dat he overtook me
Steady fighting demons cause they thinkin they can whoop me
Standing on my own

Your song is not gonna blow
I don't want me in that song
Unless you can pay me one hundred dollar

You treat her respectfully
She's going to treat

different", I needed that
And was taught to always have some wit, no kin to Zack
And to measure a man by not what he has, but how he reacts
To opposition, adopt

was within me
At first I was Tired
Thus the creation of this monolog to decipher the words of broken cipher
For Those Who Remain inspired
By this Holy

when I was pulled over by the police
Everybody can't say that but I know you did it for me
In the midst of a pandemic me and my wifey are straight
We

the comics
No evidence, All about my presidents,
Imma leave you in the dust like a comet
Took a couple 100 bills then I flip that
Battlefield Mitch match,

leavin' comments
My only concern is some faith inside you
Wonderin' if he tell you he never knew you
Or if he call you that good and faithful
Hey, hey, hey,

For the faithless 
Fact list 
For us to face this 
Or this beat 
To rest in peace 
By this speak
Oh
These holy sheets
To burn these devil beats
I swear