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Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
I think that I need some space
These narcos got me changing states
My pupils running down my face
Can't save me from

the clique, I said
Not By The Hair On My Dummy Fat Dick
And if that tummy have a kick, imma abort that shit
Support no kid, .44 to your forehead if
You talking

with them sticks yea dem metal poles 

We ain’t beefing over hoes we just fck em yea we know da code 
Aye tie dat Nigga fa ransom 20k I just need rope

descent
How I’m constantly freezing
And I reflect the adhesive
I guess it’s easy to see
That this shit ain’t easy to be in
But I contain a condensed state

at twenty, Still earning my stripes
Hustle mentality, so I’m alright
Come up from nothing
So when I get something
You better believe I be stunting tonight

a master
Ya I’m living like a rockstar, rockstar
Wait
I gotta bitch and another lil bitch that’s with it across of the state
Too many niggas be talking these

action cradle to the ashes
Live with a passion embrace all the madness

20 years behind the mic still keeping it live
Seen a lot of folks drying somehow

It's dangerous telling you all the secrets 
Cuz they hide em for a reason 
20 years of knowledge 
Still I'm like child with it 
Only barely teaching

My beat maker is at least top 20 in africa
I said to the girl in soweto
At a party that I didn't smash
You know why I talk about
Unsuccessful

been taken over these lames
I wish a nigga would respond I'll put all your so-called best to shame

In the mountain west is where you can find a state

bucks
I'm writing this on four twenty
So naturally, I'm on the drugs
Keep passing me all them blunts
I'm a lightweight but only in my mind state
Might

they hide em for a reason
20 years of knowledge
Still I’m like child with it
Only barely teaching
Still it’s only fairly recently
That I can get to reach

the bottle grant a wish for 20 bennies
Is it too much to ask for
A Luchini Camp Lo
A Tunechi-like cash flow
To move me out the second floor
I need it
I'm

from the basement gates
Makin' the dub plates that cause quakes in other states

My soldiers guzzle 40's with the shorties workin' the scenes
In tight

they're gone by twenty seven
Up to heaven, when they all become a legend
Do we listen
We look to the stars
We look to the sky
Their problems we can't grasp

swim wear
Nice lobby she gone let you up to the twenty sem
Highly onna verge to be rich off of skin care
Back home on Baytree smoke in the thin air
With

try to say that it's a crime, we need a lesson learned
Or go to twenty other states and get a tax return, what?
That shit just don't make no sense
Could

To all my people its all love no we ain't spoke in a minute
I had to do it by myself cant do no co defendants
I had to show her what real was cause she

to default it, for my sake (Yeah, yeah)
'Round each November, I sit in the crib and I think about leaving NY State (Why)
I mean, it's like how can I pull

actin' like they chill like my neck
But these "snowmen" swag some dumb shit like the crew-sweater-neck
Chinks could be blinded by the floss so specs is

basically used by Sri Lankan State
They just used white Vans to abduct them
take them for inquiries
and there is no news after that
Do people ever return from

skirt off in your foreign
Imma show you how to park
Imma show off, let you know
I'm fly like Tony Stark
Push the gas down, I'm flying by
And drippin' like

mountain
I'm cooking up whipping the pot by the ounces
The people be looking that shit be astounding
I'm really up steady my neck is fountain
The pussy be

gone take it off me? Bitch I walk by faith but you gone show me
If my big homie don't score get that assist like Kobe
Long nose I left off three got me