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took the
Bag from em
Yeah a lot of people hating
But you know I'm number one
In the town a came from
There just wasn't shit
Going on
Going strong
2 years

ten from the can, no more rainy days
I was a little white boy with a baby face
Tryna soak suttin down, like eighty ways
Olders sent me OT for like

fear

Yeah, y'all talked this to that I held my head and persevered

'Cause now the live wire empire expands with grands of fans

Black Sheep by popular

and theatrics wasn't hat trick
Sally had a one track mind, but loved the classics
More than just beat to move your fucking feet to
roll accordingly or razor

Ima do my best 
Ima do my best 
To never let go tho(2)

Ima do my best 
Ima do my best 
I know they need mo tho(2)

Ima do my best 
Ima do my best

gotta live and win by any means
Watching for the opps, the Ds, the fiends
And its kill or be killed, I keep it in my jeans
Pole and the bands, the pockets

The trendsetter
Live from the left end of the bell curve
Read a letter to my enemies
Said Run me your self-worth, I'll see you in hell
Words are

It goes one for the weather
Two for the trees
Three for the Imapalas, four for the Ds
I don't have a job cause
I'm employed by the streets
I make

mac
Gimmie my cheese
On yo knees
Baby please
Nigga by I'm too high
You blow that shit ima blow yo mind
Take your time fall in line
Bitches ain shit

cause she brought them soup
She gave them paintings by her daughter sue 
Water color swirls 

Joan woke up in the middle of the night
She had a little

lifestyle
Motivation just to live another day 
Keep on trying man starts to die out
No idea why I call it lights out
In the dark livin' with they lights out

He might get bucked

Is we marked for death? maybe marked for life
Cut by the gem star, razor tight, try to avoid that
Get this money up, live right,

roll with me 
Movin’ way too loose turn off your location
Theses op boys way too neeky
Fuck this ting I need a vacation 

Need to fly this pack by

Number one was a young girl’s dream
High school captain on the football team
And he was sweet, baby sweet
He was sweet on me

Senior year oh I wore

Ten and two, hands on the wheel with precision
To Navigate the world that we live in
Had to make it turn real
Truth hurts
It was written

out a box, cuz and box your kid
And now you know what this is
These little pussycats coming round where monsters live
(And they talking the most

large
I'm a big rich baby with a big ass crib
Nickname King Kong because that's how I live
I'm the big hoss
Yippee ki yay
As I floss and toss hundred

things
Im feeling alright and the birds will sing
One day my albums they be holding
Its the little things that got me by
Orchid street did help me fly
Baby

It's Tighteyez Entertainment baby doin it live
World wide show rocker guarantee to make your head knock
A play'a is this game well known to make

and far away from you, Oh I can't take anymore

Chorus
Cause I need to learn,just how to hate you
The same way I'd learn to love you, baby
Cause I need

They were just vibin' off my wildin' heart
Takes two to tango, guess I got a soft part for them altos
Always had to desire for the blankos
Truth is I got

potential baby it's evident. Them little fights ain't nothing them days is irrelevant. Most dudes is jokers they don't bleed upon the loose leaf. They like

That little shit you posting on the gram, that's in my pocket
Shit, I'm married to Wockeisha, I can't do the Tristian Thompson
Get a chase, then I spam

and live in the moment
Still tryna know where my father go
Itz sad that you cap when you mufukin rap
Admit it you fag you just sound like you packin in pipe