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back was impactful
Or grow as massive as mastiffs
And blow like Midgar reactors
We raise the roof like raptors
You might could learn from the masters

on the other hand.
I can blow a hundred stacks and bounce back rubber band.
Thirty karats here, a hundred on the other hand.
I do me, I don't worry about another

If you want smoke then let me know
I be tryna turn these bricks into Os
People nearby let it blow
So don't think they just got them fanny packs for

put in the past (Okay)
I read these bitches easy
Like it's a digital dash (Okay)
This the type of shit
That you beat a nigga blue to (Hoe)
This the type

So you best dodge me, nigga (Best dodge me)
And trust me, we make corn blow
That's why the feds too inner (Bow)
Still grind hard, tryna get figures
We

Left me for dead back in my past
Resurrect like the Phoenix from my ashes 
Disappeared now I'm back poof like magic 
Dig me up but it's empty in my

gone blow
Big ass chain and this hoe gone glow
We was posted all night by the store
Whether it's hot or cold Ima still get dough
Had dreams bout racks

this hump
Jump over time to start these rhymes that were blocked, to be exposed
They were chilling in my past, locked away with all my notes
It stopped

to walk right past me
She wan' fuck with a shooter, her nigga a loser
SR22, toting Ruger's
Hollows spread like rumors, knock big like a ruler
If I see a opp

to last you can try an pass but ima leave your ass right in the past
All I speak is facts you couldn't understand my mind is too advanced put my all into my

play past here like
Y'all ain't a part of my bag
Y'all ain't a part of my bag no more
Y'all ain't a part of my money, my paper
Not now and don't hit me

boring, fuckin' blow me, get off your knees, that's not what I mean, but if you
Need I'm down to call you, some stories, some space, it's not what I needed,

Put Tha House on It

8Ball

Lost [Chopped & Screwed]

1998

of hoes, make dough, and kick the bo-bo
It's hard but fair
MJG told your bitch ass
Quick fast, I make my shit last, and put you in the past
Don't ask cat, go

like Blow Pop
Ya'll ain't ever get no wok in the terrace of your co-op
Lighting bogies on the stovetop, piping bitches who star in soap operas
What's

can, a little lazy
I (blow ??? record) like Chuck up on the daily

Adrenaline pumpin' like a piston
Got me so high I'm in the sky and I kissed it
Excuse

and blow the bank account out at So Ho
Murder mumble rappers till I'm out of ammo
Gotta always be humble I'm in a different clan
Never Lil Pump never gon be

daily, problems came with the blow
Tried to flip it several times, lost that shit in our nose
Staying geeked out, ridin' round with that heat out
North

a break from the rapping shit easy
When I picked up the mic they knew I was a demon
If I spot a opp blow it like open season
All he saw was the light red

this crying
I swear that I tried for to vent but they all looked at me foolish
Looking back at my past it's safe for to say
That I'm proud of myself

badly
I cheat I think we should move past it
You cheat I get hyped and dramatic
End of the day girl you are an asset
To my life lets move forward no

But its quicker than all of these so and so's
So when I blow it's more emotional though
Cause the journey was long like Pinocchio nose
And the haters

that always something I was meant to
Music is the only thing I ever wanted
I been runnin' from my past and everything that's coming
Now it's got me

a jiffy
Pippy, Pippy, I put it in a semi
You know I got her, still, I'm slappin' on a jimmy
Gotta blast, I left her in the past
Steve Nash, bitch, you

on and on and on and on
Cause it don't stop, it don't stop
Let's go got to stay wit that fye
My niggas official go blow yo whole whistle tryna put him in the sky
Yeah imma real