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the Finn in him
Suffocating in Amiri jeans but
It's ten in 'em

What's yo mama number? Wanna tell
Her raised she a bitch
You could talk about candy
I still

troop
They tell me chill, but fuck that
I'm ready to shoot
I was young Biggie Smalls
Made 'em give me the loot
Cousin Crippin', uncle Blood
And the G's

casket

You get wrapped up quick, fuck a basket

I got enemies

I be damned if I die by they hand

No dap, til they blood on my hand

Chop em down where

fuck with lil Johnny
Everything I do is fire, so I tell em don't pass me the lighter
I just been rockin the Spider
Think I ran outta rhymes yea I'm tired

the lesson
Everything raw no edit
Give her six kids like MJ
I'm trying to go for the 7th
Niggas screaming overtime
I tell em is my time
Nigga don't doubt me
I

you find yourself
You lose your demons?
And I'm off at Regions
In them different regions

Tell all of your homies kill that fuck shit
Boy, that pistol

worldwide, worldwide
I'm bout to take over the whole world

Now would you look at your boy mamma
I'm all grown up
I hit that stu when I lit that fuze
I'm 'bout

a coma need a motivator push
There a nigga go
With the dope boys dough like
Let me get a can I get a

Half ounce, quarter pound
Roll it, smoke it, feelin'

system
Everybody hate till he dead
Then they miss 'em
Why can't we relax and listen
Stop spending money on things that glisten
From the east coast
But we

ice out my necklace
I hang with the killas
We straight out of texas
8 in a sprite, got it looking like Pepsi
Feds on my ass
Tell them boys to come catch

I got money on my mind, I need to double up
I been sippin' dirty Sprite up
Out the double cup i got two bitches on me
They playing double dutch
Boy

seconds
Tell them boys to try pursue me
Comin' back like Lil Boosie
I'm workin' at the game like it my duty
TV motherfuckers don't know what they doin'

the f out my way

i heard the lies on top of lies, surprize the boy cried wolf, but I seen the paw tracks, and it wasn't all that
I think it's time

headless
Broke boy stupid could've copped em at the Cartier
Now we smokin' idk pack, I never learned his name
Got a new opp, could give a fuck he scared

fucking world.
Bouta buy a new chain and dare em to snatch it
Truth be told, I kinda miss the action
Let's take it the mattress, we deserve a statue
Cuz

a night
'Cause if I'm drunk, then I might walk right to a couple bitches and start picking a fight
Spit saliva in their face just to by me some time
Shove

weighing on my soul 
I find It funny how 
People say they slide for the boy 
But they never slide when they get the call 
They just block me off 
Time to cut

fainting
I make em' freeze frame like a painting
Choppa' hit him can tell he felt pain
If they want smoke with the gang then we leavin' em' speechless I

Antman hit me with the loop
So I hit 'em with a quick bowl of supe
(Supe supe supe)
Rollin' with Snacky in the coupe
And we with an all bad bitch

poppin' yeah
Kills I already got em yeah
Dangerous boy and I got em yeah
Im hiding the liquor in water yeah
They startin' fast but I'm smarter yeah
Fucking

Get so much love from people
Then tell all my haters
I’m gon’ be forever hated
Man of my word an 
Plus, I’m a made man 
They just mad that they never

to stop the winter
Cuz I'm hot
Tell ur shawty don't touch me
Im not ur nigga bitch
On villain shit
I'm not just whipping u
I'm beating ignorance out

it's my turn & that's fine
Fye on my waist
Blades in my face
Metallic taste
I just smoke blunts by the bay
Tell that bitch I need some space
Can't waste

to chat a lot of grease before
Used to tell em what happened when my gun squeezed before
I never said "thank you or please before
Didn't chat about making