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a Glock 9, now the block crying, I don't freestyle, I jot mine
Call me Mr 1-800, all I got is hotlines
These niggas tell so many stories they can overlook

and act like nothin' wrong
I don't know why the fuck
They wanna play wit me
By the way, this a PlayStation beat
I walk in this bitch like H&D

Up the Glock,

grows passed the tree root made of concrete
But it grow so big he inspires lil me
I could grow like wheat I could leave the streets
And be anything you

what I write I don't Recite I Iet my pen spill
Woadie onna beat I'm stepping on Em foot all on they kneck
Even by myself I'll take the show So call me

kind
You can sit back relax, turn the TV off and grab the snacks
I thought I'd make a few tracks that maybe
That maybe y'all could run back for me
And so

it is
Well fuck you then
One, two, threes
Like Lil Wayne
It's the Carter 3
Mrs. Officer calling my phone
She wants some closure
You see, yeah
How you

Ho said she had some money, told her, "Send it in a Lyft"
Got a bitch up in Dallas, shot up in her like I'm Luky
Tryna line me, she gon' die by

splashing
Said Lyriclee Mr. let me surf a beat
And she saying that she wanna future wit me
Now she jumping wit me like 123
DMG CBC you know what it be

I

by the bay
And Mr. Ric Ricochet
We slay with the ringers
We bringin the ruckus
3 Points at a time
They all wanna duck us
It's crazy
Lil Aisly and Mad

the room next to Mr. Talley’s room
Pussy was callin' my name but soon
I needed something to tame my cool
Couldn’t help that she made me drool
To the point

(I go by the name of Myke Storm)
Barely had a dime to my name name
But now I got the world in my hands
My other hand occupied with 100 grand
I was

a flick wit me

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi
She said, Oui

She told me that I should come out Milan for the week 

Call me Mr. Slow Stroke

When I'm done

make it big, be a legend, G.O.A.T above the fiends

The past entities that I met, didn't believe in what I said
All acted like they didn't care, got me

out of my business
'Posed to be in Mrs manning
But I skipped to Mrs gilbert
Hold up, let me play calling
Let me sneak out the building
Say, go to car,

bitch crossed me like Ai but i aint fall still on my pivot
Had my heart broke by these bitches my trust gone cant be committed
But wit you that shit hit

It's yours truly Mr. Tray Charles By the way and um
Imma Kick a lil' something one of my favorite rappers Used to say
And I'll never grow up I

I told Dray
This one be a hit right here
I swear shawty
N**** told me shit, just go in bruh
Say less say less
So you know what I gotta do
Let's get

Cartridge getting blown, dusty nintendo
Once I was homeless, Mr. wendell
Arrested my development
Karma delivers severe punishment
So many delegates, feeling

a motherfucking maybach
I was just broke but that was like way back
I'll put u on the news by pushing yo shit back
He mr tough now he walk with a shit bag
Nigga

feel like Mr Neat
300 grams on my neck
Now I feel like Lil Reese
Double U, that's double V
Shoot shit up when I'm with Leaks
Kwasi Skene google him

the smoke, but you niggas never @ me
Stupid sayin' you wanna clap me and that you blast heat
Only poppin' you really doin is for that acne
I'm sendin' back ya

the chickies
I want ss sex I'm tricky
Save that dough like Lil Dicky
Don't abort I'm Mort and Ricky
Want it all I'm far from picky
Choosing
Done more than your

Ooh-ooh, uh
You know what I'm sayin'?
You see that difference?
Haha
Yeah, Mr. Finch, 40's and bud, hoes know
It's that real love, the energy,

on this mutha fucka wit me
Got that lil nigga T-Rock on this mutha fucka wit me (Mr. clean)
Nay mean for all them niggas out there thinking muthafucka done