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hoes
Oh yea she pull up
In that bishi mitsu
Seat swop give me top
Then go back and kiss you
Yea you know she lying
When she say she miss you
It's ok

checkmate king me
Wither all the bars it's the lean me
Living in the city like Stev

shit to the grave
WHYCUZ THY SHALL
NOT SNITCH
Silence of secrecy
I’m die by that shit
410 and Draco
FN as side kick
Cocaine my old lady
Baking soda my

I'm brand new
But i'm, a fool for you
You wanna, talk about
How we can, work it out
Yeah

I wanna give you every part of me and more
Cause no ones

the stress into fuel, and then I use it to jettison
I'm just tryna light it up like I'm Edison
Let me be Franklin, I'm after the Benjamins
Chrome bones, got

humble but it's hard to ignore all the rumbles
They talking loud for my stumble but when I walk by they mumble
So pump the brakes on ya feelings nigga ya

bigger than a Mac truck and that's still not enough
I still don't give a fuck but I'm still going run it up
One time for my friends that I lost
I'm hold it

Try to whip out the stick
But it's way too late
I'm smoking on Runtz, shit got me in space
That lil' bitch on my line
Told her give me some space

enchilada
Rocking tailor-made suits
And shiny hard bottoms
Me and my pops laughing hard
HA
Like we got em
It's times like that
That makes me miss my father

I collect the money, I don't be spending
This my life, I'm the one living it
My girl bananas, but she peeling me
Y'all never heard of me
Y'all need

For the game we fantastic but it's only the two of us
The court would never imprison me coz I'm already trapped by my bars
I protect the rap game

kid
That's how dumb ass get his house surrounded
By them sirens or them G's in silence
Double hard rip it raw slippin' in the game
When it's on with

Yeah
Make some money got me feeling good
With my lovey got me feeling good
Yes I should hit how I wanna
Plus its all good with marijuana
Always been

thank God he been controlling me
They seein' my skin tone they on a low The cops patrolin' me

Talkin bout that field 
But is you really in it 
Niggas

the feeling mutual
Just made it to whip
Whippin through the city
Til I find something pretty
Let me hit up Lena
She's artist maybe she wan go to micheals
As we

Wa-oh, wa-oh
Wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh
Wa-oh, wa-oh
Wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh

Sittin' by di ocean
Di wave, she feel so sad
Sittin' by di ocean

I'm on bolt mode
You can't even see me I'm in a ghost most
I punch y'all in the face I be like stone cold
I give 'em flu with ma flows they need pro

all of us kept it close
I don't boast on imperfection just coast
Shoutout to Leak in Bmore
They just wan see me broke
Had to bounce back saucey like

In my devotions, I give myself over

Whispers of a holy country
The giants of time are turning tunes
Take me to taste the secrets of the saints

optimistic
Bro gave me a pep talk he like Optimus nigga
Optimal efficiency its only one way you can get it
This rapping shit be fun
But it get real when you

like life when it's pressure free, press off me
(Yeee)

I been offline, fuck is-
I been offline, fuck is?

Ain't getting sleep so my body charge been

Clutching on his Nine
One day them niggas caught em turnt
Lacking caught em by surprise
It was 4 of them && one of him
They let them glizzys Fye
He taking off

make it out, man, I fed up
Lil bitch said she wanna fuck, I told her, give me heads up
Goin' fast with this lifestyle, you think it's stamina
Got

throw me a pass ima catch it like Fitz
They send us a blitz and we do them like Vick
I got to be patient we bout to be lit

What make you a man is holding