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We on top of the world on top of the game

Yo, Yo i turn it up like the stove on
In Miami Marvin’ out with whole bomb
I got fiends that been waiting

I admire somebody, do it by themself, alone
Don't need a mirror, looking good when you look through the phone
Can't look away when your eyes are

machine suped up supreme put the pedal to the metal peel fast on em  
Bred 2 Ball we finna blow 
Showin out every where we go 
Super lit got em throwin fits

fatter like gunna
If you see me in the distance turn to two words fast runners
Want me to kill a couple rappers they can't do it by themselves
Everybody

drop her off fast for me
So what you giving up, ass honey or gas money? Pass dummies
How's it gon' be if I'm on E?
If I run out, then more than likely

couch
Waiting for a call to head out
Just to make that little bit of money
And I can feel the one-two coming
The fast life in slow-mo
I can see the homie

Yeah, that big old thing over the road
We're gonna knock through the kitchen wall though
Even though it's grade two Tudor architecture
We're gonna

Yeah it's pretty clear but I don't really notice
Hestia won't let me go
Always saying ごめなさい every girl gives me the eye
I might firebolt you fast if you

of useless
People, I don't need your two cents
Braggin' 'bout goin' stupid
Whatcha doin'?
Bringin' Old Skool on these fools and
Fuse it into new then
Form

12 people in my circle sippin beers
Now it's like I don't got enough people around me to fit in a two door
That's just how I steer
I been working all

sensations coming soon, this To Our Generation
TOG three homies from OC
From the 04 and 03
Man it's no more of these OGs
We taking over the trophies
We

a star shine bright grip mics
Caught up in the system, run a rat race
Set my own pace, live fast, pump breaks
Cats wanna ball, but it's all pump fakes

and my back on y'all niggas
And mind my own business
Nigga who do it better
Don't give a fuck about who do it better
I'm just doing me and tryna get

who you with
I get by on my own
If 12 come
We just make sure we gone
The plug on the way
The plug on the phone
After the play
I go in and roll
Fuck what

(Oh)
Love always change like a traitor (Oh)
It tasting weird, it's the flavor (Oh)
Can't even trust my own neighbor (Oh)
Never stick it ain't a stapler

doin' now
Now my money up , racks about to hit the ceiling
member it was ramen every day, now we eatin' steak
And I been feelin' kinda traumatized All

where
I'm not wearing costumes Yeah where I can be me
Still I compare myself like two items on a shelf
And mine is hard to sell hell it prolly never will

fast
(Yea~)
Oh no, caught in your own deceit
Your claims are false, your world’s incomplete
Two-faced, you smile to my fa-fa face
Behind my back, you’re

But why would he lock the basement door?
Then board it up with a two by four?
What's he up to? I can't ignore
I wonder what the rubber gloves are for

never try then you always gon fail
No I cant cuff on a hoe im too player
When I in the game it cant be 2 players
I jumped off the porch when i was like 12

the shit that I wouldn't be fuck it I said what I said
Stand on my own 2
Thought I told you
Know I mean that
Where the green at
Not the weed pack the dinero

the greatest rapper alive
But I let songs that I write show you what's really inside
This is the real me, I really can't make it more raw
Broken by two girls

Cornbread

Freestyle Fellowship

Inner City Griots

1993

fast
I'm the chugalug thug from nicolett and (?arquette?) street
A watermelon sellin' bailin' no good cheat
Not a lie two-facin' a liquor jar tastin'

momma oughta be me she live it up like a queen 

6$ense Verse 2:
We aint fucked in a minute it ain't working for you
I'm thinking I gotta problem cause