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And money back
All assholes are laying in body bags
Show me your respect
Or I!m gonna worry
All your stupid gangs
Look so funny
I was born in small city

Sit back, fucking relax and listen to that real shit

Everybody know I'm a no-name
but I really rap with a cold flame
Why you really hate like you

o'clock midnight is undoubtedly near

There've been shots of Patron while the champagne flows
And the stereo's playing our favorite song
Now the forecast is

roadie
Swear she look just like she Lana
I'm probably 7 shots into this
Baby pardon me calling
But someone slipped your number
Outside that club in Key

pac-man Taking shots feeling high flying around like bat-man things changed and it was becoming spring had my boys out with me on a bar crawl fling met this

capacity, can't tell where I'd rather be
These niggas always asking me, tryna drive from the back of seat, but just know I say
These words right to make

Cuban diamonds all up on my watch wrist
Hot shit, blue stripes in my pockets
Know I'm ballin' out, I shoot my shot like Goran Drakic
If he try to run up,

forewarned
That I'm a bastard

I don't know what I did
To make you so upset with me
Gimme a shot of Dilaudid
Or can I take you out to coffee?

I don't think I

realise your worth in this cold world we in yeah
Back to the topic
You aint gotta chill the world's already cold enough
Niggas two faced like voldermot

Ja det blir sjukt det blir sjukt hæ
Hvis du chugger én tar jeg to hæ
For alle skal bli wasted yeah
Vi tar deg back to the basement

Alle de går M A D

Yo wait yo yo yo yo yo yo
Like honestly honestly
Yo y'all think Stan's alright
Man niggas get shot every day B you know nigga be alright
Man I ain't

starting now

By a long shot
All that I fought
Never makes its way through me
Leave a closed door
Let it transform
To a path that leads to peace

And if you

shit
So I'm loading up a cartridge, yuh

Shots on me
She just, wanna, piece of, me
All yo raps sound like One Piece
Nothing but filler, you don't got no

hungry, I need some food (Cam)
Pass me a plate, I'm finna pass the mic back to Ruf

In the backseat, I just got out of school
Roll down the window so I can

of different strains if I'm coppin
Options
But you still my baby I'm adopting

You a freak in the sheets, used to ride me like Ducatis
Now it's back

canteen, but when he lands he's got cream

Weren't even back a week and we was staining it
See, we're the craziest we do this simultaneous
You ain't down

where the home is 
Where toads and rats and snakes is
And folk with packs and blades i'm told our roles impact our neighbors hold this one be back with

the old me
I tell her give me that pussy like she owe me
I ain't average I be runnin' round low-key
He tried to run from the shots but had cold feet
I'm

So alive, no intention to stop
Down bad just to get back on top
Up still, just not so well
Where am I? Just can not tell
It's all good, 'cause i

wanna
I ain't got no time to waste on the come up
I be changing up the crib every quarter
I Get lost on my way back from the kitchen
Cause I don't know

body like
A surgeon how a doctor would
We living nuts
In and out jail since cockemwood
All my ops have been shot at
But if you ask them yourself
They'll

bout loyalty
We are all ready to back stab..
Once we fueled with jealousy

Pussy ass nigga clout chaser
What the fuck are you chasing?
Look at us we are

of the game
Never stop
I resigned to shoot a shot I got with the king of RnB lives down the block, (Hunnid)
If anything
You the man and it be hard to understand

was sitting on my ass, smoking in my house.
fucking up my mental fucking up my health. 
i boucned back.
never let it get ontop.
my biggest downfall
im