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to the top and I ain’t stalling
Do it all on my own, working on my modesty
But by the time that I’m finished I’m expecting “Your Majesty”
Blood red with

you got for me
Hella lies, apple pies, blue skies
Pigs shoot, we die
Said the pink head blue suit red tie
I can't pardon you cause I do mind

You can

look she Hypnotize
Now my dick all in her mouth
Red an yellow it’s pour up
Hell naw I don’t give a fuck
That’s yo ho coming with us need another bitch

I wake up in the middle of a street
The sky is red, I feel the cracks in the pavement underneath my feet
I can't tell if it's midnight or morning
All

getting harder to hide it, I'll leave yo ass where I found ya, it's kinda hard not to see in red
Fake bitches all around me

These hoes really make my pussy

me but right now I'm chilling now
Oh oh oh oh oh oh

Way Imma feelings see nothing can stress me
The way I run the game I'm feeling like referee

The grass is always greener unless the cattle grazing
Rats still racing and paper chasing the bacon
No pork on my fork but red stripe like I'm Jamaican
Knife

a mistake they say I sound great
They ask for a tape I tell them it's late
Well times up
We done playing games
Life is too short and I ain't lived a day
If my

listens I die inside
I try and try but some days I just can't get by
Smoke and smoke still some days I just can't get high
Wonder is it life or the devil

a track

Here's something for an attack
I'd clash you with the clan

I'm the man, Here's the plan
Was never given anything by hand

No Silver Platter man

This Dubai shit
I don't roll with a big clique
I fly solo dolo 
I got the game in a choke hold 
I'm connected some with cholos
I'm connected with some

This Dubai shit
I don't roll with a big clique
I fly solo dolo 
I got the game in a choke hold 
I'm connected some with cholos
I'm connected with some

4 thousand on some power niggas slippers
Bad bitch do it like the money I flip her
All the time boy I get to the money I throw it quicker
Gave em red

the sun
We'll revolve around the one
Ordained by those in charge
We see you sitting large

God exists when I call
Take what you want from all
Back down

shadadoodada yeah
Their all lyrics all changed up
Written by caspers
But don't you worry I heard he friendly
Call it ghost writers
Its a shame where the game is

up with that Blanc Sauvignon
Keep it up Imitated duplicated by none
You bet yo ass I'mma better mentor for your only son
Haberdashous Roll the Film

She run me some head
Pour up some red
Ayee, Shit got me acting dumb
I don't get mad as fuck
(Like all the other pussies, bitch)
Wait
At least I could

huh
You calling shots you B.I.G
Okay don't say nun
Talking on the net you called me pussy boy you lied
Keep the glock tucked by hip we move in silence

four-five mine
I'm a G, cocksucker, never cross that line

Rap game gone, flat line it's all over
Today is the day we gonna 'em
Flat, frame, fall, flat line

just a throw away in case I ran into some smoke, 
If I get caught by them folks, they gon send me down the road, 
I try not to show my face so I paid

the bass make your body shake 
And put you in a back brace 
Bottles we guzzling taking them by the dozen, 
Lovin' the summertime buzz I'ma keep sculling,

Came into the game as a youngie
Nkcora took me in, went away from the 90...gawd
SMPVE went beyond
Golden Butcher Block, grabbed the bull by

the carpet
I am nonchalant I’m cold like a carcass 
A Vloner shouts out to bari
I’m rockn them Carties I’m up like I’m cardi
All I see red I feel like I’m

on the phone
VV's like rock, keep a pocket full of stones
She see me and she cream, no cone
Play green and the chop sing, they need tone

She said the game