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and they all go commando
Then we got pulled over by the 5-0
Fuck the Po-Po
I just turned around and said aight
You know where the coke go
Stuff it like

I want to know why these niggas hating on me
I be whipping past in a srt homie
Back when I was broke you left me by my lonely
You got a little money

heart to a fuzzy other end
I could tell things weren't going our way
The boys in the back, they laughed and they clapped
As the Avalanche slid 'round

deficit
How def is it?
Even when I'm filthy I'm not the feel guilty type
When the Cal see em
Bet you black is turning milky white
This ain't a title fight
I

the mystery
I hope you know
There's only so much time and
Places you can go to make it
Worth the while
Drop 'em, boys
Woah woahh
Go go go
Go go go
Go go go

From now on
Allow me to reintroduce myself
I go by the name of Emdee Wright
You know how it goes
It's your boy Ems
Took a trip to cuba
Out here

Make me feel much better when I'm stressing bout the decimals
But fuck a desk though, Fuck a desk though
Cool Cat, don't tell me not to get stoned
Am I

the talent and confidence that your boy got
I could tell she's real i see the signs like a boycott
I'm living my life like I'm supposed to
I always change

to do my thang
K to the double E nigga 0 Tay call the party people
Let em know we okay
Light the weed drink it up yeah we getting lit tonight
I'm just

em with the realest shit I ever wrote
I ain't the one to be provoked
So don't take me for a joke
Note for note I'm the goat
And you'll never see me

junkies around I call em up they get you gone
On gang
Gsm headed to the top
We balling on the opps stand in our way you goin get shot
My brother told me

I walk thru my swag drip
Keep me a bad chick
They ask how I do it and I tell em it's magic
Weed in the plastic you know I gotta have it
Smoking back

understand why you ain't hitting my phone uh

Ey fuck em all
I rather lay with some bitches naked
I was in your fucking block this is money making
Please don't

and go stop a nigga like a buffer
I know it's a bummer
I'm in my louis V B been applying that pressure all summer
Niggas be broke and expect me to teach em

she called me up, so I'm declining
I choose not to hurt us anymore with all this fighting
And if your friends ask, just tell 'em that I ain't worth

Catch me I be flying when I'm in the whip
If a chic holler ain't gone tell her quit
On some playa shit plotting on another lick
Something like

pods

Spacing out look like I'm gone
I'm just gettin in my zone
Tell them hoes leave me alone
Yo quit vibratin' my phone
I be icy like a cone
I be

I’m good on my own
I know it hurts so let it out slow
The lies that I feed myself to feel whole
You think you a big boy huh?
Ain’t no shame in it
Sip my

the best
And give God all the rest
But I can't fake it
I gotta tell the truth
Like to hear it
Here it go
From a frustrated artist

I'm tired of arguing
I'm

Nemo
Got a succubus with me she known to snatch mad souls
Aint no hoe when I drive bitch I ride by the g code
I ran me some bands now pockets on cee low

Emotions are running high
But I keep it low key everyday see me getting fly
And I aint got time for no bitches
I cut em all off you can say they got

baby, front street i Know it paved me
I'm making a way out this 908 slavery
All my emotions i bottle up baked em
What is you saying
My pen is sweet like

The typa' shit that I'm accustomed to
Had to give 'em heat
It's like the sun cause only summa do
Springin' into action
Fallin' back to make a smartеr move

Coming where i'm from
Niggas don't make it to 21
I'm on the run
I'm on the run
Niggas die quick
For the chase of fame
Tell me right now
Who the fuck