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Little birdie told me you're headed back my way
drivin down the 101  you're passing by my gate
You can hear her singing in hopes that you might stay

You see
I'm vicious you see
And my girl bad but she ain't like them bitches you see
I overspend loosely
Spent to much in MIA I'm trippin you see
I ain't

by your fingertips
Said I'm fine but I'm a liar
Having nightmares like a little kid
I just wake up in a puddle of tears
Up in a puddle of tears
Up in

Back in this bitch like, woah,
Well alright...
Let's go
My greatest enemy will always be myself.
Marijuana smell dispelled will compel
By any means,

I've been doubted, I've been counted out
I've known dark nights, now I made it out
These are my deepest secrets, thought I'd take them to the grave

Drac be hittin hard just like the plane that hit the twin pillars
And brody ass be flippin all the percs I call them pink killers
Me and bro be steppin'

make songs, yeah, I think he a lopper
Ayy, bitch, but we goin' crazy Yeah, I'm tryna hit yo mama, I'm like, hey miss lady

The way these bitches actin'

I ain't gon' cap
Like some of these lame niggas

Ain't try
Can't say too much
But some of them lame niggas
Done died

And on my mama
I can merch

There's a new babe in the woods
And all Daddy wants to do is
Shield his baby from the wolves
There's a new babe in the woods
And all Mama wants to do

nigga put that shit on
I don't like to flex
The softest niggas always do that barking
Talking from they neck
Talking bout some money
Little mama I don't

now I'm rich, so now they hearin' me

I know that love is fake, yeah, that's why I bought that drac
I'm surrounded by real niggas, if you shinin', they

sent my rims
Kick door shit polo my Tims
Makin' these hits I ain't made no friends
I'm chasin' them commas
Baby mama no drama
Yeah fuck that bitch I do

about who the throne should belong to but where's the king
I just see mother fucking jokes
Made an oath to my mama when I left so I'd be damned
If they

Spewing that shit out your mouth
Make your ass get hurt
Bitch I'm here for the throne
If yeen talkin' business then leave me alone
And all them lil type

(Light Child)
I'm not an actor but God had told me remember the script
And God forgiving them sins but consequences still don't be exempt
It's rare

Richard Millies and Rollie's around me
I got that bag all by my lonely lil mama
So I can't deal with nothin' phony around me
We ain't nothin' like them

searchin' for peace to ease my soul
I seen some things you can't unsee, it's fuckin' with my dome
Them cold nights in the bando, I was never goin' home

shoes, long road, gotta walk by myself
No clue what's on 'cause, I ain't calling for help
If I'm old news I'll make sure to report it myself
Got my whole

What does God got against me
I've been doing stupid shit like
And selling
I even tried to rob a bitch that got
Raided by police
I'm just glad it

Hot Shit

Towkio

Hot Sh*t

no pawn, you move like a queen
Attractive by law, don't care what your friends think
They love to talk shit, yeah, their breath stink
Most of them

of hearing
Tinted coupes, Christal, then you loose
Mama you rollin with a G, no more gin & juice
Gangsters don't take it light
Any night, dime pieces, got em

fuckin' they hoes (they hoes)
Fast forward a couple years, we was gettin' this dough (gettin' this dough)
Next thing you know, nigga, we was rockin' them

spent twenty on my exhaust
He tried to run them plays on me
He got picked off
Interception, T hold my drink 'cause
I ain't finished flexin'
I just bought

I make music for lost niggas
Young bitches with babies by drug dealers
Heaven help us they letting them cops kill us
Black talons we loading them cop