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anyone who think they got the juice gets outdone I'm a hard one to outrun 
This one song ate up your album stop it 
My young guns pull
Out the chops start

hammer fuck a toolbox
Animal in that field, but I ain't talkin' bout no livestock

Dropped a mixtape sounded like a album but they compared it to Drizzy

Gotta get us out the jets
I'll be damned if I don't make it and know I didn't try my best
Shit what's next, heard my homeboy tried to go and text my ex
I

Money I'm gonna get when
Display the greatness
Some man a' get it when
I swing blades at faces
Tell a brudda I said I'm invading spaces
I'm only cool when

'em right
They love it when I mix the baking soda with the white
Police got me on the run
'Cause they know we movin' by the ton
City to city, state

talkin' bout
But my money I'm all about
Pull up at yo block in the run-about
I flew and crashed in this game and blew up like twin towers
I said it on my

on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck

you the motherfucker
Then you some motherfucker, again fuck all you suckas
My first album went gold wit nobody but me on it
One of the first gangsta

mills
Tour the album, only for more sales
We used to catch those on
The block with crills
Now it's paid shows, promoters post up bills
Sign deals only if

the album cover, Heart went cold, I got it stitched
Like between me and you, I don't know what else to do
This my second mixtape, I hope they tune into my

Y'all know me, still the same O.G. but I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese, no deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys, no

over me
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well

Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be a little

I have no qualms with that
Keep doing what you're doing, wack shit I'll file it under
While I rhyme with that broke nigga first album hunger
I'm

What it does its your holmie chevy flash
I got my niggers on ma back token hope 
Tell me what it be and listen keen men
Bridge
Flash: Catch me when

want you back and I know that it's scratched
Cuh I can't do nothing about it
cnd I know wе matched but the spark detachеd
cnd I burnt your whole place

"produced by me"
Fuck with me, you get no more Sleep, no more sleep till I R.I.P
Hold up, how I do rock, metal, Trap, rap and all of it flowing Like agua
You

in this room by all these blank expressions
They can't hear a word I'm saying so there goes the message
They can pinpoint my flow, but solely it's not

cheese my pen and paper
It's time for me here to prepare my caper
I written it down the line and now a ring is on my phone
It's my nigga Spigg Nice, he

change it to platinum
I need plaques for all of this passion
My nigga need a grammy he been spazzing
Heal that's my twin we on top oblivion
Watching

weeks, I swear, and it’s done here nigga
Been “Go God” before I could go drive
Zodiac the twins, now you bout to catch both sides 
Shoe could never fit

I’m satans twin
Or Jason with chainsaw blades again
I fucking blew the
Minds of all of the students
With all my spewed shit
You could see I’m pissed by

feelings when you know we was just F-ing
He hyperventilating so I told his ass to breathe
Wait, I know I got em sick just by the way that nigga sneeze
Not

plasmas
While I'm sleepin' in an apartment on a twin mattress
Thought maybe it's time for me to go and take a look in the mirror
And assess myself from head

it stop
Not talking album, clicking till he drop
Jugging, finessing, do that shit a lot
He want the beef, I'm turning on the pot
He sent the lo, I'm