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the sand
With a joint and it's probably like three in my hand
Started blowing up I'm sealing the fans
Want the blue money it's teal or it's bland
Stay

embrace, need to chase,
And as a result our hard work goes to waste. 
So we turn the page, pick up playing the bass
And enticed by the sound realm, start

is a must but Ima shoot first
And I don't need a shovel to put you nigga up in the dirt
I got assistance , a hitman gun in my right hand,
Silencer

broke bread
Show me love while I'm here don't wait till I'm dead
If you ain't wake up on two get the fuck up
I got here by hard work I ain't luck up

Boomin' by the ATM, three or some, fuckin' up
Wandering the streets like vagabonds
Hand in hand, right or wrong
And you've been putting white in your

the middle of the...
Ima touch a milli by December nigga...
Been up on the mic if you remember like...
Better get familiar when you hear me like...

Cooking this shit up no book ain't no recipe
Booking a room booking a room
Tucking a tool my niggas some goons
Hands on your head & you better not move

I did to you
I burn my grave with your rage
I know its what you meant to do
Now it's me livin' it up in my own hell
I know what I did to get here

Carter tryna get his bands up
Tryna get some motherfuckers to our shows to put their hands up
Tryna get a groupie bitch look like a witch that I can

I ain't stupid
I think I'm shot
I think I got hit by Cupid
I ain't gone lie
Girl I'm in love
What am I doin
You feelin me I'm feeling You
We only

hand in hand and break down a whole p
By now on call me bobbie i dont go by Jordan b
And if the crackers try to come get me ima crash out tryna flee

your hand to reach out then fucking stab it
Cutting people up where did i get the habit
Leave you hopping around like a one legged rabbit
Or maybe your

to the fence
By the end we were covered in mud
As we climbed up to civilization, we were met with screams from the tourists who were admiring the beautiful view

to live it through mine now
Whole lotta to gain
And so much that I gave up
Your hoe likes the drop
I see no one at the build up
Mind sharp reload
Drive by

a beach with a lot of sand
Everything goes hand in hand
Like Green Day
I'm tryna stack these bands
Had my son when I was young
Had to step up
Had to be

so much I'm surrounded by glass
Shit on me close your eyes take my hand
I have trust issues you will be able to see
I gave you a tissue and you threw

up
I member time
We spoke to times we gone be up
Now it's we up
This ball in hand
Q like this good
You might D up
I tell em shoot dog
Jin and juice

play so what can I say
I’m in the trap house right by the lake
He rocking foogazzy, his shit fake
Bitch stepped out of line tryna see what I make

caught me by surprise there
Who would have known
We're looking for the same type
Of fun to fill up our lives
More than a lover, will you be mine
A friend

rolie got the time bright glow
Ticking not mine hands sweeping seconds glide by slow
Baby true benz call it blastoise
Forgiato enzos looking like it’s

they be rocking white gold
Shawty ain't never gonna fold
Boutta drop them bangers prod by Joe
Call up the boys they gon lay yo ass out on the floor
They

Yea
Motha fucka
Yea
Back to collect my motha fuckin rent
Chang chang
You know
Its that murder I wrote shit
Pay up or lay down
Yea
Motha fuckas in

seen
The hours pass by about as slow as they can
But he can't sleep with that knife in his hand
He can't take any more of his devil's demands

they write the town paper
The kittens pounce and rip the mouse 
Their mother caught by the church

Tire scrapes on yellow curbs
As kids in cars pulled up