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still in jail behind the bar 
BAR-celona will probably remain the city of my dream
Dreamwork studio, yeah, and we want the ICE with the whipped cream 
But

man

Start off by lettin you know, See the pen that's Pai Mei
Mixed with Chris Tucker gettin real money from Friday
On some nice haze, that could have

There's nothing that you can do for me
Its time to get my point across like it's 2:40
Hit with each lyric like you got blasted from 2 40s
Want bread

these bears just like I'm Lovie Smith
I had tough times I been through some bad stages
Ain't no potato sack involved for these bag races
4th 2 north is

at nigga
Queens where you at staten island where you at
Yea im from the nine they call it the land
Shooters by the deli i hope you understand
Feds in the van

devoured and empowered by the same substance//
scour for the flower when the pain ruptures//
shower me with powder, sniffing paint buckets//
I gotta give it

and a pile driver
Just to get my fucking nub up inside her
She had bush for acres, unexplored terrain
By the time I finished cutting it had growed again
Bend

Uh
I guess they mad that we got these crowns on our heads
Yeah them hoes angry, yup they seeing red
They claim they coming for blood, but a bitch

rising to fame
'Nuff of these guys will lose
Their mind for the fame grind for my name
I know it sounds a little bit insane
But I'll die for my chain
I'm

and Pop's displaced by these giants
And still die tryin'
Every time that they fight it
In the end, it's our health
But you speaking in theory
Incremental

to the stars for my dreams that's why my arms are outstretched
Like an angry Santa on Christmas I'm mad gifted in the present
Like Will Smith said I'm building

me, grab the Smith and I will shoot
Silence the chop, now it sound like a flute
I call her Woody cause she high off the boot
That jay like a Yeezy, it

a goat
Now I'm bagging Chanel for my girl
She's a hoe, I'm on low
Joint is blowed, I don't know (Huh, huh)
Thuggin' by myself (Skrr)
I'm lonely rider

to score
They be flippin parts, I keep my distance far
Anybody could get it but there aint shit to start
And I ain't no Will Smith, I trade my fists for bars

the mud
They ain't want him to win
The passion kinda running thin
Fire shots at these rappers at will I'm the Smith and Wesson
Let them die in solitude they

I will pick it up and roll the dice
Maybe 1 or 2
A couple hundred times
I'm love enticed
I love her thighs
I watch her ass when she's not looking
Huh

one bullet killing, will smith
devour a platter of rappers like gefeltie fish
Rush hour four, except it's with this fucker and blackie chan

of that will be 6 mixtapes
3 eps Long as the beat still made by jxm
Long as the vibe and the energy's clean I'm still down for the late night ting

You can

of his cock
You will hate this more than I hate me, so fuck out the gate
Never wait for the late, fuck your faith and religion
No not sorry (or) fucking

y'all
You get high with your last bill
This is for y'all you live and die for
By Allah's will this is for y'all
Feel the same way I feel this is for y'all

enough
Smith, for real, uh, look When colors get shown, the cover is blown
I ain't tryna run it back, I'm like Sylvester Stallone
Y'all be movin' in a way

(Intro)

Now we will be disclosing something very important here tonight. 
It will be disturbing to some but we urge all of the public not to panic.

when I call you "Boy"
Cause you out here making noise, this ain't you in these polaroids
Look at you, you self employed
You don't wanna work for nobody

Scottie 15

Andre Nickatina

Treal TV: Thizz Latin

muthafucka were you at
Dippin' on swayze wit my niggas from tha set
The blunt went out but we ain't done yet
Get another one blaze
Bitch get paid
Wait for that