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with Keith then she gon Prosper
She a million straight
Flooded like a diamond
See she always shining
In the dark I'll never find em
I'm the biggest goat

Chickens

Boy, you know where to go at. Stop playin.

Wally Wally then


On deck and I got it for the Low
You know where to go
I could do a half or a whole

Do these feelings talk to you,
Draining passion from my veins?
We’ve lost all sense of play.
We’re just strangers passing by.
Bye.


We was doin

on phones 
Loose lips sink ships tell 12 I don't know 
Niggas ratting seen em dig they own hole 
Leonardo bitch Im banging bout bro
Foot army cuz we stepping

bitch nigga)
(Aye, Gang)
I always tell the truth, even when I lie (uh huh)
Keep that tool by my side, ion wanna die
I got opps all on my mind yeah they

some different things
Lately I been stuck on who I am and if I gotta plan
Angry cuz I'm looking where I land and looking where I can
Since I was a boy I

come out the case and I think I'mma let it
Go call up a medic and tell em' you wetted your pants when I ran up and pulled out my weapon
Give me my credit

away from the Jetsons
Boy you niggas jesters
I can't do business you beckon a hoe ass nigga
I reckon this go quicker if I handle the reigns
Mustang

REcLLY THE RINGER TcLENT IN MY FINGERS GOT YOUR GIRL ON JERRY SPRINGER KEVSPEcKSTRUTH IS NICE TO MEET YcH THE ILLEST KILLER FROM THE SOUTH TELL EM I NEED

that blank slate shit
I'll wait, I'll wait
And remember tell em Kevin said to
Meet him at the gates when the drink is done
Got the shoulder full of chips

Look at what it's come 
I dun lost alot of friends 
Prayin to the lord 
I never get to see them boys again 
Niggaz tried to do me in 
I was tryna see

Yeah Yeah Yeah
I don't know where I'm headed
I'm lost as fuck there I said it
Crazy all these words, I'm using em as weapon
Listen to my life

all over the place for the hardware
I was surprised to see them on the south side
but I stopped by ya moms homie she still cries
her baby boy was gone

the truth
I'm surrounded by the best food in the whole wide world
The boudin bangin', red beans sangin', yeah, I know I'm a lucky boy
Our Louisiana cuisine

minded

Left that pussy boy fa dead 

Shot em in the head 

He thought It was a game

Bitch I need my bread

You can tell 

by the look in my eyes

That

See a song like this is so vintage
So authentic and there's no gimmick
And by the First Amendment I'm free to speak
About an ancient King from

Ebube-eh.Ebu.Ebube-eh
Thank You
I go by the name Gil
Rich boy on e beat
Ebube-eh.Ebu.Ebube-eh
El shaddai
You're bigger than what the people say
God,

on froze
He having that shit fasho
I see em' at all the shows
That boy a boss fasho
It's crazy he really came up
He's rocking some brand new clothes

Fighting for my fam, friends, and even my enemies
Most niggas ask why? (Why Nigga?)
Eye tell 'em cause Love dont cost a thing
No more time for division
We

a baddie tell me that she liked my smile
I just took a trip down to the city just to flex my swag
All the boys and girls yeah they envy me so fucking bad
I

lying to me like I
Was one to toy with
Tell me that's my friend
I do not know who that boy is
I was just tryna flirt with the other side
Hanging off

and a fatty
It get nasty

Tell 'em get at me
Probs then I got to shoot
Yeah I got the work, and it's good
Come and cop a few
Plus I got a crib, got a Jag

(Yea) I'm finna take em back to 1998 to like 2008

Seemed like all my problems started in 2008
Money troubles, eviction notice
Ain't no food on our

never to old to be afraid
Nine-millis & battle plans both had been drawn
And the traps were all set by Kevin, for John
As two Christmas legends prepared