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I want to be like doctor Dre, they want degrees from Harvard
An engineer that slide the fader not designing rockets
I'm in the lab without
Y'all know what's goin' on
21 Gang 'til I'm gone
4L Gang 'til I'm gone
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon'—
Roll the window down, stick
S.H.E. Dub to the M.a.c. Love
I'll never be the one
But I'm a good runner up
I always did it 4 fun
Just like drinking to much
Act up and show out
S.H.E. Dub to the M.a.c. Love
I'll never be the one
But I'm a good runner up
I always did it 4 fun
Just like drinking to much
cct up and show out
Kenny
When my pockets get fat as Cartman
I can write it and produce it
Turn silence into music
With nobody's help all by myself
I can do it at a level
trust three people that's me myself and I
For the doe I done put on a disguise
Spent hours in the bushes popped out like Surpise
Well connected
last bitch
He rock Bape, ain't got real fashion
Take yo shit like you ain't pay yo taxes
Got four bitches by me like Wendy's
She give face
Made the bitch
make somethin' shake
Had myself on the DND, hope God wasn't callin' me by mistake
'Member we wanted a car, mama ain't had no car, we walked by faith
and twice in the chest
Died at 4:03 from respiratory failure and cardiopulmonary arrest
I think about the difference, what if YOU shot
And now I’m recalling
him in traffic
He hit that boy with a 4 by 4
Dre Ski too savage
My heart cold I can't wife no hoe
Especially them ratchet lil hoes
They be doing
like a owl
Roll a blunt, stop at QT, get gas and some Cheeto Puff
FaceTime, freestylin' on FaceTime
Ridin' by myself, ain't gotta pass it, I'm gon' face
that I play myself like a jerk
Make sure momma jamma took her body to work
Okay she is gone so I jet to the phone
Let the whole world know nobody's
want no deal
Do it by myself cuz these niggas gone squeal
Fire up my blunt I go up like a hill
I can’t fuck with niggas
I see you ain’t real
Need niggas
know me
Son force so strong, call me Toby-One
Spell it N-to-the-E-to-the-R-to-the-D
Got murked by nerd with an OP 1
I'm on the beats, smashin' 'em up
Got
my face
A fool could get his head split
A lot of doubters
Said it couldn't be done by me
them same suckers
Are now lookin' from under me
Wonder'n what
Well, I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two
Or will I drop? A fallen star that has been forgotten, not
In the past, I mainly hustled for
talent
Get the handle of your track
Master shit, I'm Kendrick (Baow Baow)
Been up four hours, I hit writers block
Never mind, I woke up
I just hit 9 shots,
Yeah, 2023 man (it's me, your bro)
Yo, you know?
Let's go (this my passion 4 rap)
This is a moment I've been plaining lots of months ago
The first
shots through the mazi, tryina take me out
Brought myself to the hospital, fuck the daries
Leaking out 3 holes but still didn't panic
120 on the freeway,
yeah
Never know I'd be the one to have your life in my hand
[Brotha Lynch: That Ruger 4-4 Mac]
That niggas life won't last
Keep listenin while I
yeah
Never know I'd be the one to have your life in my hand
[Brotha Lynch: That Ruger 4-4 Mac]
That niggas life won't last
Keep listenin while I
to myself cuz I'm startin to feel different
And I ain't no hero cuz I relate more to a villain
I speak like a profit & smoke by the pound
I'm the spook by
niggas all in my classic
Four deep is how niggas roll up in Frisco
And everywhere you go a nigga got to pack a pistol
The beef is back on but I don't
the revelation
I wanna kill myself! I'm still debating
In front of a baptist church masturbating, praying to Satan
Think I'm crazy 'cause I smoke crack
Live
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