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ballin'
I'm at the Mardi Gras, in New Orleans
Choppas out, get them boys
Got them dogs out, dogs sniff
Run around your kitchen, where your shit at?

look they all looking like crooks
Like the one whose pride died when he got smoked by your boy
In front of a fully packed crowd backed up to the door
In

Comin' Down

T-BO

Firecracker

to be the boss, up in this here floss shit
Hit the lot went by the knot, don't even ask what the cost is
It's hot in the Dirty South, you know the top got

wings 
Life is a bitch 
And that bitch loves the finer things 
Pearls and the diamond rings 
Accessories designer jeans 
By any means we gettin green

the heedless
I will violate my oath
And dance in rivers of ichor
Ancient gods turn wrong
Yet the pillars still stand strong
Sometimes stars fall
What is dead may

iru owo iyo
Iyo no get rozay, salt no get rozay
E get dead thing turn big pay, you feel me (Hustle)

I dey get my hustle everyday non stop o
All our

demons
Plastered in these songs strong without screaming
This is just a pause on my reality
The fact most my bros have turn casualties
The fact shorty love

this shit a vicious cycle
I need God but I ain't read the Bible
I'm fighting for my life like I'm Michael
I'm not good at relations or titles
I hope I

Take a nigga out quick with that chop (Hah)
They play with me, boy I swear to God

I done fucked all these bitches (Mhm)
I got so many bitches
(I do, you

The same situation, the first I gotta pay rent
Just turned 21 I'm wondering where all my days went
Burnt, I'm flippin' work boy that's my occupation

Boutta turn up in this bitch
Started way back ain't nobody thought we gon be big
Just Before the fame niggas tag me as a dick
We outside, outside all night

the girls and boys
Give'em rules and take away their choice
Then they send'em to the mission school
Stripped of their pride by some religious fools
Oh look

bruised my hands for morons
And I wasted all my breath
On the things of which I'd rather just forget

I met her at my lowest
God knows what crossed her mind

a different image
Maybe you see yourself like my windows got reflectors in em
It makes sense
Cause when get crossed by niggas that say you represent 'em letting

myself
I'm afraid to show my true colors and it's bad for my health
Hot boy from the inner cities hope my savage is felt
My only angel done turned into

like Mr Clean
(Hang on bruh i'm wylin' I ain even a shooter)
This rap is simple so you dumb fucks can keep up
God forbid I pick up the wordplay and leave

the grace
And no be by man power
Na him name we dey praise
I say no sleeping on the bike o no siesta
Fiesta, when I turn up with modesta
Muchacha, mi casa e

ain't have a thing to say
Once I cried out for help it wasn't long before the angels came
To lift me up
And switch me up
I dug deep found this big

nitori mo bo shoe
Everyday we fix a puzzle
Omo no be by my muscle
24 7 lori high way
I pray to God to bless my way
You can be right with your steer wheel

partners talk to your best friends
Said you want to link with me
Play with me
Not no problem
This whole thing is make believe
Look at mine and talk to God

of flunkies when you by yoself
You don't seem as live stunning in a hater face gotta show em what it feel like
Neo lived in the matrix but my nigga this real

Have you ever scream for help
Yo cries sound like an alarm
I screamed till I'm outta breath
I yell so long it hurt my lungs
Even tried to send out

Things tale time and hand ticks
Death come in threes like a hat trick
Collecting Arabian antiques
In the sand dunes with the cactus
Around boys

around in a coupe 
I be low-key, I still shoot
Second meaning next to hoop
As a youth, couldn't picture this at all and that is truth
Drop and deal an 8