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niggas they ain't with it
Its like homicide when you with some niggas who dont get it, Send me yo addy nigga!
Hottest around, look im droppin it down
Look

Like, I'll get by
And I'll be fine. Right?
Fine. Keep hitting my line
You've been insecure and I can see it in your eyes
I'm fine
You ain't been alright

Aye, this ones out to all y'all rappers, y'all bitch ass, autotune using, carried by features
But still act like they the shit rappers
No hook in

the plug
Ya so they chase me down
I make rounds
Get in line you can hate me now
Cause I don't really give a fuck boy
I'm in a rush boy
I gotta get it
Every

the boy ate flying down in your town
First class nigga
Why the fuck you sleep on me, you in yo first class nigga
My pen is my body armor
That's why I got

be better
Because of these letters
Written down on paper
Just to get the paper
I won't be a waiter
Just serving these haters
What's better and greater

Voice of a line and your standing on Oli's plane
Try-try-trying not go insane
Something bout the way she moving
Maybe it's the Hennessy but this beat

going down the grand line
Age like water or aging like some red wine
Every time I step out i'm blowing up like landmines
A wrinkle to the game I guess i'm

I was just runnin' with Foot
I was just runnin' in the field
I was just just runnin' the fence, ooh
Check, by the assist
I was just runnin' the mink

surfin', for certain
They been searchin' in a
Perfect, refurbished, repercussioned
Repositioned in your car I repo down i
Make propane this ball is curdle

yet to reach magnum opus
But my souls in the music
A lot niggas that I know only in it for clout I can tell by the way that they movin
I be like
Aye

the concept of being chose
I'm like a step up the ladder
If I step down I'm still next up to batter
Domino effect and you're next to not matter
Abracadabra with

I’m the one, I’m just surrounded by 3’s and 2’s 
I got a line around the corner waiting on me to lose 
I’m done with phony kickin, I can see that ain’t

Gone by Tomorrow

Intro: Young Bradley
Every day brings new choices 
Listen to them inner voices
Uh-huh Uh-huh
 
Verse 1: Young Bradley
I feel death

Not now but right now right now huh 
Play fakin tell em all to pipe down huh 
Nay sayers at time high now huh
They don’t get it they ain’t got it by now

and mad
Back then, I was down bad, now what's up
Back when I was rapping for the love
Now I need peace of mind, can't get a piece of mine, I keep it tucked,

the part I'm on my Tucci
I been burning some Mary G
Got the aroma of some blue cheese
Its stinky
Came so very far from rinky dinky
You'd have to take a tab

get outta line we gon send ha la'babe had the nerves to say
I ain'em have me a pistol like I can't walk me down a new nigga with merch on
Ion wanna wear

tonight

Four sevens, five fives and a nine
Enough faceless faces for a good time
Pocket the diamond cruise down the line
Shake it till you make it where

Damn, homie, in high school you was the man, homie
What the fuck happened to you
Caught some flack movin' two g packs, by Howard U
Heard my city is

going down da 
Wrong road please guide me 
Yeah killa c.
Cause real niggers gah 
Watch real niggers back 
Yeah that is chedda cheese.

So I post up to my

this goat talk like I ain't picking my foes off
One by one, just making sure I don't go soft
Smoke the best weed, always blowing an O off
And bars is

in her mouth, boy, I know you taste it
I ain't nothin' like Kodak, finna call my Haitians
You clutch your shit when I walk by, bitch, I know you racist

25,000 dollar alpaca lines

I impact with rhymes 

Bundle flow I'm packed with rhymes 

Niggas packing nines 

cdapt to crime 
Before they catch the time