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a 9 to 5,
Gun charge cuz he that thang by his side
In case some niggas try to hate cuz he so fly
But he just tryna motivate and get a piece a pie in

They In My Phone Tryna’ Ask For A Song 
Run It Up By Myself I Ain’t Never Need A Loan 
Used To Ain’t Feel Me Going In On Every Song 
Style Ain’t Free But

starving big labels abusing the industry I’m trying to make it in something that screws me 
I make nothing off this
And Still I just do what I’m doing

tonight 
Im like alright facts
Go 'head, slide that

It was all by Design
One of a kind 4 words to describe
Only enemy is time 
I'm an elevated mind Hear

THROW YOUR STONES 

You think you can hurt
Parade me in a skirt
 Sure, it’s all fun
 Tongue in cheek pun
 Hiding a gun
 You’re the one 
 Got you

a couple niggas in that field like Tyreek they need to hill
Brody off the ACT can’t control the wheel
He know the jeans are outta style but he robbin steal

a god so clap your hands 
Getting money getting many bands 
So big my reach is too grand 

ACTION ACTION 
Nah fuck that shit
Popping off like im redman

Tired of waiting on ya message after I've awakened 

By dreams that got me motivated no more time wasted 

Guns aiming at me and jay but still no bullets

Yeah imma call you a bitch
That gun In your pocket
Don't make you a Hitta
You bitches got smacked on your wrist
I aint forget im coming to saw it off

like a mobster
Revolver on my lap
Barrel full of Black Talons
I lick it at your squadron
Roll up, like hold up
Start spitting while I'm driving
Peel off

The more scrooges will show
Be resisting the love
Well I'll resist you too
So I pull out the big guns
My care bear stare
Throw my love bombs
It's about

Bra got cut kept playing with scissors
Ion play with no fans don't run up to me nigga
No ghost gun pass me that factory glizzy
Can't trust not a soul

the chaos
Hoisting up the trophies
They be playing just to playoff
They speak into the universe
By calling demons at seance
Rappers getting chipped off
Tough

from the past if i ever slip
Come back get a bag baby get a grip
Get off of yo ass gotta get a bag
Roll a swish in the night if im ever sad
You the worst

Nigga it must be nice
Carry-out nigga got killed by his rice
Nigga ain't push up yeah don't believe in the hype
Wock in the Gatorade give me

speaking freely never paying attention
Caught in the hype
You always rapping guns aint had 1 in ya life
Dont try to fight or push my buttons
How you me

I be repping it (Uh)
Trapstar for life I be repping it
Give a fuck bout that clout I ain't chasing it
I don't give a fuck, bout that
Do it by myself

Still trapped inside, there's a big crowd
No one thinks to take their eyes off their phone
At the end of the day, you're your own damn hero
The only one

A grown man needs help to slain her
You were about to be a goner by that dame sir
Watch how big I get to smile when I Cane sir
Panoramic on the roof if I

swallow some pills and lay down in your bed
Help yourself in my locker, shouldn't be a big shocker
You know drugs can always be dealt out by a doctor
It's

Hoisting up the trophies
They be playing just to playoff
They speak into the universe
By calling demons at seance
Rappers getting chipped off
Tough guys

them benjis got me crushing
Struggling I had nothing
That's the reason I was hustling
Big ole gun but ima youngin
Like poker all in no bluffin
Play with

off the motherfucking adderall
I can't seem to fathom it
My brain i keep on damaging
I don't know how i'm managing
My heart it keeps on staggering
I got

her spine
Pull out my dick and she eat
Nigga talking bout big guns, ain't worried bout shit
Lil bitch we creeping
Everybody fuck with me in the club