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for me to feel like it was worth it
Niggas tryin' to get the game from me
Promise I'm still learnin'
I got it by my 'lone
I was broke but now I'm

racing to the paper 
Blowing Os from the herb of Mother Nature 
If I die end up right by the creator 
Got a n***a named Tyler in N.Y 
Been talking to him

a mess then use em to mop the floor
Screw your feels I don dey vex, you jibber I cut the call

I just woke up to a pretty lil bitch
I don't do one on one's

pullup i stunt )
You run up get beat by the punch ( grrahh )
I keep a lil Blick in the trunk ( blick in the trunk )
I roll out the wood and i bust down

choking till she yawning (yeah yeah)
Pillow fill her teeth She love it when a nigga going real deep 
Ain't no going to sleep 
We wake up roll over repeat

wanna mind yo business
Less you plan on leavin' chalky
I'm just tryna T' up, put my tree up
Get real saucy
Jig to my li'l beat, you know I eat
Bitch I'm

still
U playin dead like a fuckin possem
Watch me overkill
Next time u call her a fuckin bitch imma fuckin kill
You by my mfkn self fa tha fuckin thrill

dick
Thriller on me always I got 8 fuckin' zips
Choppa be a zombie feedin' brains to my clip
Bitch uh I’m lil Tavis
But for now you can call me

Real freak type to fuck you front your momma
Real rider shawty with whatever I'm on
Break her down after we roll the marijuana
Now she coming every

Niggaz call my side of town the east, the news call it the worst
Semi, fully, or 3 round burst
If you scared of the real, fake niggaz
Go to church

Nothing wrong
Just putting it out in the air
Real brother by blood
I get money in cribs
Ain't gang affiliated

I paid dues I'll pay more in due time
I pay

hit you with that 9, put some sense in ya nigga
Shoulda put somethin' on yo' ass when you was a lil' nigga
But you wanna play with the real niggas,

bitches be cryin they simps
Aye I roll with gorillas no chimps
Aye I run wit' Pirus and the Crips
Aye get green I go vegan lil bitch
Aye these niggas be

on a cot
You too fruity I'ma call you Mott
Practice make perfect I do this a lot
Roll a Backwood I'm getting real hot
Not rolling coke bruh this just some

call me when I'm popping
I'm deadass when I'm talking
By twenty five I'm top ten
And thats facts yeah yeah
And thats facts
You can check my hooks, beats,

Wingkit hits and rims,
The effects of the blue leaks side by side as we roll by,
Sound and a/c now maybe I'll scoop you up,
You shoot back at the two two

we ain't passin' out liquor
Quit in the streets, you get dizzy, keep spinnin'
I call her boo, she wanna go, Jazz Fenton
Green, I'm shootin like Danny

It's facts, it's like that
My future calling I'm sorry I'll call you right back
My chick want me to post a pic on the gram She be posting subliminals

(Mason)

Picture this, little Fred out there really hittin' licks
By 15 he's locked in jail but no one didn't visit him
It's cool though, 'cause

to the top
Niggas tryna jack
End up in a box
Me and my niggas
We roll like the mobb
Cleveland raised
And Down Tha Way bread
All the projects get
Harassed by

the way I kill it
My nigga
So welcome to my First 48
I'm tryna hit a mil before I hit 48
And roll up some Microsoft Kush with Billy Gates
Sitting on a real

nigga
Roll with real grave diggers, boys ain't scared to come get ya
I'm in that renty switching lanes, rocking Maison Margiela
That boy was talking out

on everything I call,
The Jag, the Bentley, Rolls-Royce, to house walls.
Hung out with Bobby.. ate breakfast with Whitney,
Made it official, New York is my city,

I probably wanna clique that's red
Black and blued up if it's going down
I bet'cha get screwed up
Ya to dead to the King Of The
Streets lil homie slow