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in, and fell with
Fate know who the real is
I'm a motherfucking realist
I am legend call me Will Smith
King kong game got nothing on me (preach)
You gon

it's said and done
I'll have said my piece by then so no complaints
It's a real cold world so I understand if you gon' play it safe
When it comes to me

n*ggas shit back,
That was back in my younger days,
We used to spin around
Ah f*ck,
I went and bought me a dirty chopper and level up,
As I recall it came

Welcome to Clayton County! Yeah

Mob ties shit, nigga la familia
Mob ties shit, you are not familiar
Tres racks on me, looking like a dealer
Real

opposition’s when you pretend
Keep it real
Watch out for the orchestrated crimes
Level up, surround yourself with brown
More creative minds motivation, every eye

Niggas steady talking, they don't even know me yet
Heard he hiding in his crib, I rush in like a Soviet
My females are gorgeous and they get real

I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be no B-list celebrity
Keep that Glock by my feet
Born and raised up in these streets
Duckin heat,

change
We got soakin' wet, no umbrella when it rain
Trauma caused by adults, we got strength through our pain

We slidin' in and out, you lookin' for some

been a jock
Ainno money on my books staring at the clock
We got rec after lunch dinner 5 O clock
It's gone move by noon you aint gotta shop
Make a move

hop out
And drop me a nigga
Hot then I got the pistol
I tote the chopper in the winter
It's a draco in my hoodie
By now you should get the picture
If

niggas
For Ransom
These hoes love me real bad Cause I'm handsome
Put a pole on a nigga
Now he dancing

Everybody claim they stepping Till They pressed by

Because I got love, love in my heart shed abroad
By God makes me always wanna be here for y'all
And I'm never gone stop, I'll be there for the brother
Who

everybody
Dro in a jar replaced with the goose in a cantine
The punchlines is in the bowl to drink cheers to the damn king
And I went to prom by myself

the man
That you cannot excel
Inspiring martial artist that
Been through hell

Since he was a kid, he got inspiried by big screen
After lawrence of arabia,

straight from the doctor
A young rich nigga, you know that I'm whippin' it
Sippin' on lean it came with prescription
Real street nigga, pull up

New Fashion

Hurricane Chris

51/50 Ratchet [Clean]

2007

ready to cock choppers back and let 'em go bang

Blocka blocka big bang spittin' out dat big old thang
Artillery by the pound shit that will blow up

and they hail
Sleet snow grind for the wealth
Whole team diamonds is real
Showed 'em how to shine by theirselves
You need a cosign for your health
I need

by now  Got the chopper to move around like a Harley
I lock the cane like a Marley, I'm sorry, but I ain't sorry

Can't let you soft niggas harm me

than my hoes, I need a real bitch
And Yay the only nigga that I trust, we standing twelve to six
Last check got paid for fifty plus the ice, I should

ain't true
Been through so much, you won't believe what I do
Trying to peacemake shit, but getting hit by them too
They say I'ma lose, I guess it ain't

the Champagne
Dope my medication 
7 grams I'm facing 
God is amazing 
Molded by the pain 
I see through the fame 
I still got my soul 
I still use my brain 
Lion

bounced back like a real nigga do
On my momma though, what

Yeah, to be continued, uh
We gon' keep that like that, I'm cool with that, yeah

What, ay

like Bojangles
Empty clips, give 'em my all small fry
I got choppers that are bigger than y'all
No small talk, money
Just the jux and be gone
I got

Yeah, you heard them painful groans
Choppers hang you up when they ring
Think you should change ya tone
Honestly I'm one of the greatest
But never claimed