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the gang in tact 
Yea  tryna turn a penny to a rack, gotta flip the rack til it’s plenty nigga now I don’t have 
Any  when I wage war like Iraq you gon see

Gotta finesse til I win turn a trick to to a hoe house
I’m grindin' my goal is to get it
I’m in a rush, so I had to bag up at my bitch crib
By any means

the tables get turning

Now get turnt
(Yeah)
Now get turnt
(Yeah)
Now get turnt
(Yeah)
Now get turnt

Turn your life around or get murked, aw
Put my life

these boys is Judas they'll turn your whole vision black facts/no fiction call that self infliction/ murdered by ambition just to live self

And everywhere you turn around they got bandannas on em
And niggas wonder why them crackers got them cameras on us
Cause everyday we on that corner like the fuckin

how I live it if I said it then I did it
Chain is like the north pole, outfit is Pacific
Gotta get a killing, making dollas by the minute
Ran

In this lifetime you don't have ta prove nothin to nobody
Except yourself
And after what you've gone through
If you haven't done that by now
It ain't

turn around let me get there and play with yo brain  
Now I'm gone play with that knot 
Now nigga you can't get me cause I'm hot nigga 

So just back

they palate, uh
I'm a dog, I'm a beast, and yo' father figure
That lil' P365 was just Fat starter pistol
She got a Scorpion, too, and it'll sting you

sayin'?
H.C.P we fixin' to rock this, we did it again, you know what I'm sayin'?

[Crunchy Blac]
Let me tell you a lil' somethin' real
Around here a nigga

Shout out OGs shout out P Skrilla with the gold teeth
Need a chinchilla we want more Gs
We ain't finna mix our sentences up with emojis
Like a big

that rude boy, bad boy, comin from the ville

Step to the Boot Camp, somebody get killed by me

The T-O-P, D-O-G, or my nigga Mr. S-T-R-A-N-G

Some of ya

the taxi
I want my money back g
You're taking the p
I don't care if your broke I want it quickly

Cus I'm about to take the world by storm
Even the six

a second 
Why am I following you 
If you ain't following me 
What if I get that check up 
You'll turn back around I see 
You just want them fancy things

Don't tell me you got funds
Turn instagram to private Otherwise ill find it 
Yeah this time its take down Make pounds or break pounds 
This time no snakes

every hour
Young black and educated like she went to Howard
She popped that pink pill pussy I devour
I'm a eat up all that negative energy and turn around

I'm a pass her to my dog
Ball to you fall
The code that we live by
Rims on the Chevy got the engine sitting so high
I stay fly
I'm so hood
Keep plenty

disappeared, I remember
Shit got deep like a tenor, never gave in
My nigga God made me a winner
Turn on my niggas I never considered
You niggas soft as a whisper

Flicking lighters to get highs

Smoke at least ounce every check 
Just to get me by 

Know the wave 
Call my connect
That's my ride or die 

Moving through

then they play me like a game
I'm sorry, love
Sorry that when you love me, I push away
Just live it up
Had to give a P-O-V inside my brain
That's why, Im

I'm hittin' criticals
"I don't make beats no more," that would be critical
They wanna turn it around like it's pivotal
Ha, bitch I make portals, yeah,

black and rich, that's the hood politics
I'm a star in my hood, I'm feeling like I'm living in a Hollywood 
Turn your heads around when I pass by,
I got

Watch out for pigs when it's not
P99 it got copped
Popped, product got 'em like damn
He said these people got guns
I said them guns too jam
Careful with

hostage you plan to engrave em 
Hieroglyphics In need of optics you plan to erase em 
By your physics & all your laws in a world with no faith in
Now we