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over your casket
His son didn't make that trip, so I guess he's a lucky bastard

[Chorus]
We plot and we plan, but everything's controlled by higher

nigga tho
For real
Feel like don corleone
I'm calling shots
Niggas labeled me a threat
But I'm really like the boss
Had to elevate myself
And cut some

flip it like this be Osama state
Get the crate light you at the stop sign now its stop an stay
That internet thuggin its gonna make me wanna go pop
Catch

from me is easy 
No need to explain, you wouldn't believe me
I do things that give you a reason
Contemplate concentration
Grab me a pre-roll and smoke

a meal my side piece is the coleslaw
Give a fuck what they told y'all
Ain't do a damn thing for me what the fuck would I owe y'all

Something out my recipe

the place I been chasing the guap
Better pay me a knot every flame that I drop
Been claiming my spot like a stain on your crotch
And I don’t give a fuck if

took over my price by giving His life
Yeah right then He must've been white 'cause he got hoodwinked
Bamboozled you tell me which brother you think
Would

Hit the club hit the club
Girl let's mess it up mess it up
Fuck it up pour some more in yo cup
Back it up grind
Girl you all mine
Tell me what you want

grind for this don't make me click
Cause I'll do ya like I never knew ya
I gotta keep my guards up
Cause they say your own'll be
Quick to use ya, but not

a fire, I'm burning
I've been feeling hot, yeah, I'm turnt up
Yo bitch give me eyes like I'm a fucking Birkin (bag)
Not Gucci, not Louis, that Hermès
Living

Yanking shit like Reggie Jackson
Better run it back if you don't get it, but you know it's slapping
Don't make it dangerous
You know I'm flaming shit
Finna

think I'm going numb again
Got me feeling dumb again
Never should've trusted with my love
Cuz she just fumbled it
Should've known better after every other

yo' back
Doesn't mean they won't stab you in it
People pretend well, jealousy sometimes don't live far
So know yo' circle, at the end of the day

and these niggas can't really rap, bro
Yo, I spit fire on any fuckin' beat
And them niggas started it up, So hell nah we can't stop the beef
I got shooters up

plate
So many people been hurting, he can't make a mistake
But he remembered God chose him so he sat and he prayed
Heavenly father, hear me out, I got

they be lying and they choosy
If she a thotty make her suck me like a smoothie
You might catch me wit your boo thing tryna do a few things
Running trains

(I just wanna stack my chips like it's Frito Lay) 
(Left his body on the scene it was DOA) 
(Momma told me everything was gonna be okay yeah)
Quilly

and celery, yah
Daddy we on
The only thing my daughter is tellin me
Lookin in the eyes of my mini-me
I pray that I wake up a better me
Never would I beef

inside
In my minds drawers
Are organized
In my deepest confines
When it comes outta me
It's abstract with a purpose
What I see inside my brain
I bring it

Still sleeping on me better wake up, never snooze on alarms, its no days off
Fuck a Labor Day, fuck a Christmas day, I’ll still work if im paid off
Fuck

play for keeps for Pete's sake
Id have all of your keepsakes from the start
If I wanted to make my mark
You don't need to see it by freeze frame cause

beats
If we talking about a feature, yeah that's another rapper deceased
Ubani who can reinvent himself kulomculo vele better than me
I've been tryna find

and do some yoga
Keep the 9 like the SCOTUS
Stuck wit my niggas like legs to the plastic of yo' grandmama sofa
Shit, fuck
You niggas grunts, you better

you ain't workin 
I put in these hours
That's why I feel perfect

Yo chick won't get out my face
Back up I need me some space
You need to stay in ya