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Ain't nothin' else to do if you askin' me (Yeah)

Girl let's get active, show me what you workin' with
Give me the cut with your bestie, y'all some

Retracting my steps
Now that i really prep
Solving myself 
The only thing I can do 
Is react to my welf

So don't call me the chief
Let them go cause

hip pretending weasel there taking tickets
Paddy Cordavan floating in as prophesied (a big tall blonde, brakeman type subterranean from Eastern

Who would've thought
We'd be here my dawg
Taking no days off
Just to polish the flaws
Now we put out songs
And we get em in awe
Though they think we

because he is no child
Adrenaline junkie, get a hit monthly
If not, get a bit grumpy
Went from nervous to repping it funky
Wreckin' the gig, like a very big

and let's go for a ride
By the way my name is Tony (Get it?) 
And I will be your guide!

Guide through where?

My friend you're in 

Key Change World
In Key

that that's a bet
Not the NBA but talking that shit you get hit with the Tec
Don't fuck with no 12 but I'll cop me a vest
That Louis by Virgil I drip

like it or not

Working on my shit like I'm a thot
Hey
Bitch get off my face and give me top
Hey
Ima beat you up like I'm a cop
Wait
Don't get it twisted

yuh,

Taking off like a light yuh,

I’m on the road with all of my dogs,

No we don’t bite yeah,

You can call Freddy or call me Jason,

I’m in the rari

just tryna kill this
I'm just
I'm just tryna
I'm just
I'm just tryna
I'm just tryna
I'm just tryna
Yeah
She say she don't trust me anymore don't get me

yo face get you pop like a perc
Nigga grab me the glock ima go for the murk
Spin a opp nigga block leave a fuck nigga hurt
He was dissing on four now

Cause you can get caught by the all-out
Verbal assault, Pharcyde and Black Thought

[Bootie Brown/Frank Fiction]
Pharcyde make mad hits, see ya man

opps act  like nobody notice

Im off a addy this shit got me focused
Niggas  talked down thought wouldn't Notice rolling that za that shit got me

Whatever

Baby Beesh

Baby Beesh Presents What's Really! Game One

2000

grams and rocks
If anything been scoring from me
It was ten a ki
I let my l'il round hustle
As long as they score for me

[Lac]
Look if I pull up

So why the fuck do you represent me
No you don't
You just shut your mouth and let
The congregation speak for you
Your brain's just there to keep
Your

Money, Power, Then the rest of it
Standing up on the precipice of Cadillacs in Leopard print
Brake down the door, They never let me in
Really I've no

be the judge of it
I still don't like attention or want it stay by my doly
Move somewhere far where nobody know me
Where I could sit down have a drink

I can't breathe
I can't breathe
If I couldn't breathe would you let me
If I couldn't breathe would you let me
Mama
I can't breathe
Stuck in a land I

Don't get it twisted like some twizzlers
I ain't dumbin' it down
I'll out-rap a couple niggas every then and now
My boy Kev told me that my groove is

let it go
Told me that she dance to pay for college
Shorty I understand
You ain't gotta keep a secret
Keep it one Hunnid
When we talk bout having some

I'm ready (bitch I'm)
Been going through some things and it's weighing on me heavy
Tryna make a billion if them muhfucka's let me (bitch I'm)
Tryna

Mackball on my jersey, I'm takin' this game pro

OGs school me fast, I took in the game slow
Now it's addin' all up, I get how the game go
I seen money

know my name

Baby, I need you to ride
But you can't be switching the lanes Hold on, I'm catching a vibe, yeah, yeah
It take time to let it go Had to get

with me
I'm just tryna live my life
I been following the light
So the future looking bright you see
Your future bright don't let them tell you, you ain't