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club 'cause them
Lil' hollow tips do really know how to twerk
I know they talking on gang
But the second we pull up that
Little boy finna be quiet
My

double dared by the red line
Facts indeed fuck a job OGs told them to squeeze rinse and repeat
Who going take the blame
The young wild and free
He a killer

an apartment where I ain’t have rent
And then performed them in some cities that I ain’t ever been
I had my mama slanging merch at all my sold out shows
So she

And mama haffi comfy fore them come fi mi 

Hook: 

Verse:3 
A 1VERB all when it so-suh
 Never cross-over mi nuh grow suh 
Now-a-days youth dem naah no focus

love that his hero is a black man
Black man feared by whites when it happens
That's just a reality check
While we sinning in debt
Who gone pay off

talented to be
Another lost to the streets
I can see him smiling down
Happy telling me please
Keep the pressure on they neck
And give them room to breathe

My mamas product by keeping me in a bubble

tannin' eatin' açaí
bowls and Piña coladas
Lookin' like my future baby mama, yeah
I don't really want problems
I ain't really down with no drama, yeah

and
Catch a little
Vibe With Me
Must be infatuation
Mixed with my imagination
You just so damn fascinating
Baby even my mama knows
I'm tired

zone
Don't b talking my head off I'll rather see it

We put the poles right on em
Talk crazy? I scroll right on em
No talking crazy Lil mama
You already

on the couch
Mama that is sad news for your spouse
You stuck in the house, she out and about
She doin' what rats do in the South
You do what a cat do when it

surprised,
Noticed they swapping sides,
Parkin lot of lies,
Bodies round not to ride no they just stopping by,
They should focused on what’s in there wallet

pretty earth colors now it's time that we feast
girl you turn me out puttin food in your mouth, aint' no doubt, you a girl from the south
look at them

that this mic might vow
To be the reason mama ranging
And them checks don't bounce
Dream till you gotta get paid
Then watch it all fade but I, I, I
Know

crime fight, do the latter
Add to the quota
Police know me by the scent of odor
Stay getting colder

I'm a entrepreneur of sorts, balling
I ain't new

diamonds, I'm shoppin' with TD
I'm John Cena, these niggas can't see me
The fuck can you hate? You wantin' to be me
Ayy mama proud, I be all on her TV
She

don't give a fuck
About you and your truces
My bitch and my weed, they my muses
I hit them both, I'm abusive
Nothin' but true shit in my music
Yo' shit is

going on?
I been smoking on the gas, dog
What's going on?

Lied to by my homie bitch, dog
What's goin' on?
Fuck the world and let 'em die slow
I'm blowin'

He on the corner lot of drama now
Missing school
And being late to get back to his mama house
From his view the police
See another nigga
They wanna

Couldn't say what mama saw
Connan moccasin had us all involved
Caught by jaw
Spitting dope shìt
Leaving pussies soft
Hit it raw
Fitted tight as it

no losses
Cause I don’t wanna see my mama cry
It broke my heart when grandma died, still breaking
Don’t know who that’s gone be by my side
Seems like

He drink too much lean, got a sippin' problem
Keep the Iron Man on me, feelin like Jarvis
Nigga what you know about me?
Feel like Lil Mama
Parameds

can't be bought"
But what's the price when you already caught
Nostalgia cinema roots is enigma
Black nigga, pain past my ten figures
Tryna catch us by

without Nas
We’d battle rap with proud guys
Chat shit about my mama
I’ma Catch you outside

Just a swarm of wild kids
We’d copy mobb deep in army outfits