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I Represent it Til it's over
Been A Front Line Soldier
Something heavy in my Ride
That will Disconnect yo shoulder
No Need For Me To Brag
I Keep it

no more girl I hate ya
You probably feel like you got me wrapped around your finger
To keep that shit a hundred I don't care what you thinking
You got

Beefing with feds keep the cuffs off my wrist
She always ghosting me, then pop back up for dick
I don't know what it is, I guess I'm the shit
Give back

for
Give me the plan and I'm in
Cause I ain't one of these lil niggas
Pussy turn boys to men
We can get high like gas price
But I don't be smoking no

it
Called me the key to ya locket
But now I see that finesse
Yea he just was a option
We ain't doing that run around
You ain't easin on by me
Why

I started picturing planning, I started picturing family
And that's a lot from a boy, 16, who's floored by the glancing and falling moreover antsy
I

to trust
Getting vetted by us to get close is a must
Them niggas who flaw we had left in the dust
The way that we movin' you can't even touch
You losing ya

whoever ain't wit it
And keep dem talkin ass niggas
Lo from outta yo business this shit real
I just pray woe get appeal
Fuck how ya feel
Umma gangsta that

I'm a felon totin' weapons fuck my PO bitch I'm buckin'
Bitch I'm Piru I ain't slime still wipe his nose like he my youngen
Keep that fye all on me

lit right now cause im in the studio
If ya wanna know bout me just check my bio
Talking fortnite lil nigga im a pro
Ill take a nigga bich like a free

But I ball just like father
Yea it's the first me
At home prayin for the sun
Told me forever
Didn't last a season
Told me it was love
By yo actions

refresh ya mind
Got a dm from this nigga
Tryna send me a verse
Even tho I dissed you 5, 4, 3 times
Why the fuck you still hitting my jack lil nigga
Uh
Fake

to fuck, I just might
I just might go fuck up on a lil bad bitch
And she hasn't had shit till she had me
I can tell she wanna fuck
Just by the way she

care if you innocent
.556 make a nigga illiterate
Trap out the house and we getting real ignorant
Shit I was doin, I just gotta live with it
Shoot up ya

the fuck you keep callin my phone
I know what you mean
I can’t do shit like that
 
 
If it ain’t bout no money ion even wanna talk about that shit
Ya hear me

They want
What you got
Why you entertain em
When you know they want
Your spot
They keep Lurkin on yo page
But it's okay just let em watch
You got

I got my aim up
I got my aim high
Fuck out my way though
Im trynna get by
I was never accepted
I was always neglected
Told myself they'll regret it

on real love yeh I know I could be like a dummy
But at least no one can dub me
Broken heart still in recovery
I had this lil bitch the stupid hoe thought

bitch with me and you know she bad
It Might be ya main bitch boy I know you sad
I'm just saying lil nigga ian new to this
I keep my pistol by my side boy

a zip
You was fake off the rip nigga why would i trip
Give a fuck bout no tea stop the running your lips
I aint your nigga lil bitch get a grip
Her pussy

accounts 
So like Baby
I own all Cash Money
Went and bought guns galore 
A lil infatuated 
A baby G
To Godmother 
Ya Girl done graduated 
Now it's back door

On point and I'ma ball like magic (Heyy y'all)
I'm choosing you, you wasn't choosing me
Fuck my dawg you told em' bout my struggle just to keep yours clean

up on my switch and relax up in my room
She takes me by my hand, we fly on her broom
Calm ya ass down boy, we'll be there very soon
My head is saying

don't even mind
Keep track of the score don't let it go by
I'm just here and there when you blink your eye
You the only one who know my government
Once I