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Runnin bands like a rat runnin blue cheese
Grip a track pant hoe while rocking cacise

I'm relentless bros wit sum straps find em all in the backseat

by
Don't feel a thing when singing lines
What do I make of it
Why do I keep taking hits
Never formed an answer
Haven't been awaken since
All I formed

my steps, I was rushing through His time
God is never late it's always us that never waits in line
Realigning my vision the gospel's what I'm living by

the club, I'll have tha hoes playin' pick up
Too much money on the line, it's not no digits, I can't pick up
How the fuck you doin' drops, but you can't even

a brother got talk to before he can talk to the man
I been saying that I'm up next but we'll just have to see
Dragging round boatloads of this cheese like I

Bro never called my line
He ain't called me
It ain't normal
We step with a thing so heavy
Like metal on your postcode
Bro got grabbed last night
Oh

that's my kryptonite
By the time I'm at the crib tonight
I'll get a voicemail from you saying

What type of games is being played, hows it going down

a dream in the dream Casey had a wreck
She gathered all her children around here and tied em to her apron string
Down they went to the South Memphis yard

That motherfucker heaven sent
I put the stick in the back by yo relatives
On god when i see you
You wouldn't wanna be you
We gon shoot yo regal
Hop out

on the ground
Line em up, knock em down
Light it up, chop it down
Pockets filled walking round
Haters wanna talk and deceive
Middle finger to your team and
What

weight not strings
I beg to differ not a bitch I do the most at least
I spend time with a beat i treat it like its family
I make you take in all my lines

getting older

By the pool there lies a goddess draped in oil and strings today
She looks about the shape and size of those I used to play
But I'm weary

the man upstairs
Oriental
Gaudy as the man down under
Make it sinful
Daddy need a Benzo'
Daddy be your friend though
Daddy keep you happy
Booty fat
I’ll

Standing in a hundred person line for a cupcake
Hang another flag y'all, Band-Aid the landscape
Uncle Sam doesn't need another man's mandate
Person date?

How we livin' bro!

While you was doing Netflix and chill
I was doing Z flips and deals
I top my Lyca up by 20
Quid, I'm 22 I'm selling bricks
My hoody

down
Stuck at ease big eyes with a gap and hoes
On me like I'm SpongeBob
Feel like yesterday
I was the poorest in that lunch line
Free my pops
We just

strings on her bra 
Know a n**** clean like a fiend seminar 
Hot steam, Billie Jean, bada bing by the car 
1 wide body, gotta team full of broads 
H-Town

strings on her bra 
Know a n**** clean like a fiend seminar 
Hot steam, Billie Jean, bada bing by the car 
1 wide body, gotta team full of broads 
H-Town

cheese with y'all niggas, but y'all are rats
Hide behind subliminals nigga, you ain't a threat
Long as you ain't me nigga, you ain't the best
Mama's boy

Percussive and slick 
Shits just lipped 
I'll give you tip 
If your cutting me down to size 
Then I must be the shit 
Fat like a blimp, once was 
And got back

burger wrap
Cause while all these other people try to count the stacks
I was here thinking bout the future, all my other tracks
If you don't know me by

they don't wanna see me ball
That's why I flex on these niggas
Stayed down for ninety days and ran
My check up on these niggas (yeah)
Hit the Louis store

down on go
Smoking a pound strong, bounce on, find me a beat I can pounce on
Running a beat like Ezekiel Elliot cowboy ain't talking bout rhinestone
But

on that day
That your tore my hear string by string
But me being me I could not sit there and watch you suffer
So I take you to the beloved shores
And we