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a 3-5,
Ironically, a part of me, wondered how my heart would beat,
Shocked to see his jaw drop, fear of God, probably
An oddity, feeling the hate run

for the patek in a drop in Miami what it's hitting for 
Lil shawty wanna ride in a 6 
Shawty hit the floor
 Just do it one time I'ma put you on my

saw
I'ma just call a lil' play
Ain't gotta shoot

I pass my niggas the ball
I get them roosters involved
Find out where you stay
And they get

Bitch I told you that i'm nobodies fool
Now I'ma get a lil rude
Now I'ma get a lil rude
Fuck with my heart and I violate you
Please watch ya mouth
Who

N*gas don't wana get physical hit em with criticals put him in critical uh
These n*ggas broke ts pitiful slide by myself cuz I wana get rid of him uh

this anymore.
I already put 3 in a morgue. Should I put more?
Does Lil 50 wanna goto War? Or 50?
I'll battle both of them.
With. Or without Em on my

a hug from me
Where was you at when we was down by 3?
Put the team up on my back 
Wont break bread with enemies my nigga that's a fact


I got some tricks

to play your parts at
So much for gate keeping 'cause I'ma still win despite all that
And you caught yourself talking mad shit and watched it fall flat
All

really fast
In high heels she a prostitute
And that's a bird if everyday
She down to flock with a cockatoo
I told my lil bro
He got some money now
Don't

I'ma see ya
Do it on the couch, then got a bit of money
Call me Tesla, the way I be charging these hoes like, yeah
Bro, I got fake Clubcards and leave my

here, blue strips by the thousands (thousands)
We count it (Yes, sir), then re-count it
Loose lips sink ships, I ain't drown yet
Don't know what niggas

He speak on my name
Three times, get a pen
And I'm snatchin' his chain

Give a fuck how you feel
I'ma spit till I'm dizzy
Reverse in the clip
And spin

bleeding but I won't say nothing
Hope my lil brother don't grow up this hungry

Pockets got slim 
Got greedy, need money

We was doing donuts on the block

Reppin Texas
Deluxe finna release
BCP this sht easy
Like Lauren said
Gotta repeat
Used to pull up wit CDs
That sht turned to MP3's
Showing my age wit that

of Ohood everyday where I be 
Say I ain’t front line then he lying 
Bro got that fruit punch 
Come cop you some Hi-C 
Try to run off then that lil Nigga dyin

of Ohood everyday where I be 
Say I ain’t front line then he lying 
Bro got that fruit punch 
Come cop you some Hi-C 
Try to run off then that lil Nigga dyin

claimed that I'm too late
Ok great, it's nice to know homie
I'ma say this part calmly
My brain wavers b-b-b-back and forth between these moods
Yet I acted

respect in yo
Hood like a substitute
Foreign lil' bitch, give her dick
Make her teach me Spanish
I can tell he not from the
Way by how he acting friendly

created the whole Earth
So money ain't evil
It's what you do to get money
Thats the evil part

Everybody round me getting doe
If you don't think big you

with it ay
She said she don't wanna be my bae, and i'm like "okay let's go"
We make the money we count by the day and we getting back in the road
Tryna

Stunner
I'm countin' these fuckin' bands up, nigga
On some real shit
You gotta get your money by any means necessary
Gotta go, I'm up in the smoke
You can't

hit the road with fire BINs
I'm linking up with Stan
Almost started shooting with my Glock
But it's another fan
I'm finna go and buy a money counter
I

zoom
By the cop car
Let ‘em stop ours I’ma lockjaw
I'ont say shit, I’ont pop percs, I’on pop bars
I’ma rockstar at ya door nigga knock knock
You know why

Hey
It's zero degrees outside
And I go by TLamar
Yeah
I'm in the studio with no shoes on
Jus brainstorming
Yeah
I was just sitting back reminiscing