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He use sticks he dont got muscle
You cant knock me off the hustle
For all the dogs my K9 tussles
Greyhounds put em onna muzzle
Cut you wit my saw I

on your toes 
When that work in sock 
Or its 
Dooh Dooh Dooh 
If you seen by the opps 
OD on drugs 
Or shoot with the thugs 
There's really not to many

notice
I'm the first one liking
All your pictures
Seen you like to get away
I'm Jazzy Far tip and get
In VIP and pour and sip
I sip you sip we sipping

She

Why are you laughing
This nigga Ross is probably not used to niggas like us
Talked to my pops the other day, he say
Just Know this son, I'm proud

and white but racism
I still cannot evade
I never understood the concept
Even to this day
You know we're all the same in
The eyes of a blade
Because when men

All I wanted was some (happiness)
And I got none
On the road to riches bitch I'm calling (shotgun)
Got top lungs, had Sak's dreams with Ross funds

Taste the rainbow
That Tracee Ellis Ross
Sauce
Shorty's actin grown-ish
Like Yara
Cause her song's on
I sat her on the porch
And told her
All women are

I'm moses
No need for the talking cuz Vinchi the coldest
But niggas be hatin' on all my composes
Yea yea hey
Vinci you Ross ain't no need to abbreviate

talkin down, so we give them all kudos
And if they want the blunt, well, you know
This my graduation (aye), welcome to paradise, I'm glad you made it

the opposition like a orange all on every beat (Shing)
Four Year old with a polo shirt, leave you toddlers with a fucking stain (Damn)
Almighty push i'ma send your

Yo Forbe$ you got that beat bro
Shout out Hove, shout out Biggy, shout out Pac
I'm all about making that difference dog
I then had a long day
I've

cold as fuck
I ain't trippin dude if I drop a jewel you can pick it up
Cooked food what I cater to and y'all been lookin like lunch
Constructed from

the function
Level on ten music been bussin'
Haters gone hate never no shade
Spirit all around man you know me
Demon done fled had to vacate
We turnin' up in

out
Tesla drive itself (drive itself)
Money divorced, but it still spent itself
You see cause I got that sauce with Bruv Ross
Got the- ExotyJr
And I

and yes i make fucking deals

Wowzers, Swisher Sweets fill my trousers
Michael Myers flow, chasing all you cowards
Blunt after blunt
Yeah that's all I do

Aye, we do that boy foul if he fucking with 'Vid
My bitch lose it Wanda, you fucking with Vis'
Beat that sickle cell crisis, like punishing kids
I been

how I'm feelin'

Big boss, I'm a big baller
Up north, Rick Ross
I got the pump that'll make you jump
Don't you ever get it crisscrossed (jump)

I just finally reached for the dream
I had to choose not to rewind
I couldn't imagine how it would be to rewind
Every other day I'm getting caught by

If these niggas be outside trust they gettin' hit
Keep it 100 with u pop your ass for 50 cent
I'm tryna shake up on da game remember 50 cent
All

level something you can't reach but they ain't listening
I'm working hard going off bitch I'm getting it
Getting to the chicken like Rick Ross

in the crowd on top of the pops
Now I'm here and try'na make it to the top of the top
Its my time you couldn't ruin it by stoppin' the clocks
I heard

Bruck counting dollars in the office
I'll show you who the boss is while we go and count ya losses
Carol Garden Cartel pockets fat just like Ross'
New

fact
Smoking my $30 blunt and it feels so good I just wanna relax
And I got a badass bitch but you think I give a fuck about where she at
All these fuck

snitch, traitor you switch switch,
Stay loyal to the gang no snakes we don't hiss
Making all these tracks on my way to these racks
First shit I'mma cop is