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Back up on my shit
Finna make a mil young nigga getting rich
Tried to cut my drank so we came back with some sticks
Nigga toting 4's he never see no

for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These

police got you on pape
Hit yo bitch from the back, yeah I got it on tape
He'll prolly take that bitch from you
Walk him down and hit em by the two
Bout my

steady hating cause we don’t play by the book
You See my pockets full of bands if you reach you get hooked
Shorty is so bad she came straight from the hood

bitch, and I don't call her back
I'm falling back
Trying to do my best to keep it all intact

These pieces of a puzzle, put together by a thumbtack
I give

Pop out with semis
Them chops by the plenty
I shoot til it's empty
Gon bust your confetti
Got murder my mind like that young nigga melly
I'm thinking

pocket

Finna do it my way
So my dogs ain't strays 
We came to show out 
We ain't here to play (aye)
Young Renegade in the building 
Mind's just chillin'

funny, ain't with all that
All I'm doin' gettin' these racks, yeah Money on my mind, I'm on the right path

Bitches ain't shit, all of them is trash Focus

Bust in a bitch like i bust rubber bands
Head to my toe in new fashion from france
Young nigga, from the east side, miss my bro, screamin free slime

100 bands was my first major plan 
And all that started changing when I got fans
By the age of 10 I was married to the bread 
And I'm a stay going in

And you always had my back 
I remember when we thought Muthhaphuckas was gon sneak Attack 
So gloves came out the backpack 
You was posted with

We Live This

Black Magic

Hard to Kill

2006

Yeah! It's ya boy Black Magic
My nigga Young Snead, let's go

Ay man I walk like a soldier, talk like a soldier
Since I moved to the South, my

Back, back, back, back, back
She gone throw dat pussy
Back, back, back, back, back

Let a nigga stroke
Bitch got coke by the shape
Pussy so wet, got me

of plants
My dick out my dickies don't fit in my pants
I'm talmbout sticks
You tryna throw hands
I'm tryna throw bands
I'm tryna go ham
I been through hell

the plan right now

[Verse 2: J DropDead]

Yup Dropdead, I’m the man
Slay
Back by popular demand
Hey
3 girls hop in my sedan
Great
All 3 under my command

from no shorty (no) (no shorty)
So they can't say the did it for me (yea)
I'm tryna' get these bands by my lonely (lonely)
Work my way too the top, It'll

get rich by the day
Speaking to you as a OG young
Nigga, get your mind right
You'll see young nigga i'ma keep it real
I'm what you wanna be young nigga

I'm Losin It

2Pac

R U Still Down? (Remember Me)

1997

And Miss Mossburg love it in the back trunk
You know that old school bitch, she like to get it funked
And splitting motherfuckers by the seams
My grand

Know How

Young MC

Stone Cold Rhymin'

1989

tongue
I'll tell you now my name, my name is Young
But so you think that it's your destiny
To get the best of me, but I suggest to be
Quiet, bro', don't

faking culture all the repercussion 
By busting on back stabbing vultures selling my soul for material wishes
Young black male some see me stranded in this

Im playing these games like it's sega
I'm stacking my money like lettace 
I'm mixing these bands up with cheeda 
I rocking the preme yeah the sweater

it's time I want you right by my side
So much to lose in this world Just put yo pride to the side
It ain't no rules in my world we just live to survive

I just need to get away wanna take a step back and evaluate the way that I've been living
I just need to get away  all my niggas steady drilling you

Pull up and hop out a porch
100 bands just scored
Blue hunnets need more
Young boy coming straight from the floor
Trap house 3rd floor
Remember