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ain't the woo, but if a nigga want it then he get welcomed to the party
Me and Six get on a track and do magic
The gang only drop classics
We running

push me if it ain't positive
Hollerin' at me talkin' 'bout where on Earth your involvement is
Heron smoke what yo' problem is
Hollywood dreams is

Know I’m never gonna do my thing, forever
Stuck in the bing now I know now I
Know everything is real in the streets now I
Know ‘cause, that day, I killed

will remember
I know my title now
I'll be the greatest ever
The show is almost starting
I'm glad we're here together
The show is almost starting
These

bruises from the losing
Images is confusing
Smoking mirrors, illusions
Soul pollutions what we're doing
Soul polluting is what we're doing
The healing is

You ain't a hitter 
You just shoot 
Stompin yards
In yeezy boots 
Cat out the bag 
That' pussy smooth 
Enter the booth 
What we gon do 
Don't lie for me

in the studio but what do you know that's where my ass is at
Yup where I have been at making magic creating classic tracks back to back
I've been

minute now we screaming and the fighting
Who the hell am I to talk to
When I was happy with depression I just let her do whatever she was kissing on my

at the house and they break down the door
I go on the run
You told me you could be whatever you want
What I want to do I just wanna sell drugs
I want to be

touch heat
I'm levels, you wanna be like J.I.D

My dog is tearing you up, piece by piece, that freestyle was weak
Laughin' from the backseat, do we need

being Mormon
Was my amazing kick-ass wife
Thankfully, we both escaped the bullshit
Mind manipulation and have given
What I believe to be the greatest gift

The world is so cold I might get me a mink
What you think
To show a nigga some love I promise won't cost a thing
I been grinding every day and I'm

the liq, grab some drink
Got a few breezies, wanna do the kink

Manaja twa's in effect, homie what you think
Hold on homie, somebody's outside the ride's

Imma be right by the mula and henny
What you want, what you need we got plenty
Sell the pack, get the address and ship it
UPS never check what I’m

haven’t lived yet 
Truth is you can’t handle, I got visions for the rest, damn

What future do I see for myself
Single malt, diamonds, tucked under my

alone in tears
No matter what I do, I know they gone stay hating
I can't even think clear, diss me then you say you playing, nah
I got all this anxiety,

the way she do what she do, I call dat shordy Cassie, no one else can do me right cause shordy just has me, dont give a fuck, im bout to nut we never have

and start tearing they ass up,
Don’t ask me if I got it on me
That’s stupid lil homie,
The answer is yessuuuh


(VERSE)
I’m not alone, never by myself,

Wanna talk 'bout plays we could run one
Never got phased by the top ones
They always say that I'm someone
I'm so and so and so's lost son
Like blood,

do
The reaper comin to your fucking house
The hood reaper favorite snack is a fuckin mouse
Cheese eatin' niggas never make it out the south
Lazy ass

Verse 1:

Birth date. da-da dash, da-da dash
Now, Now, what do I do with what I have found?
Questions. Life's quintessential quest sends
your five

Get Wesley sniped like that 
What you tryna prove by lying on ya tracks 
You ain't fuck that bitch
You ain't flip that pack
License plate, you ain't put

a curse
You got chains on what you worth
That's the curse
Yeah
"You already know what it is mane"
Pouring drinks in my cup
It's a dream when I wake up

do what I say, stay frugal and pray

Daily bread comin', Father never late, got food on the way
I don't care about impressin' people, I never did
Let