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the gobbledygook
Nothings undercook
Or close to being overcooked
That's just her pocketbook
You killed her career
I don't sell beer
All those guns and cash and you

Frr frr frr yea
Shh shh shh yea
I been writing in the same notebook
For bout like 4 years
All the stuff I went through
By my self I ain't shed no

Yeah, The Big Bad Wolf
Got this boy by the hooves
Right where I want em
Yeah you halfway a crook
Need to read you some books
Level up on your

Nigga, scuff me nigga
Fight for dog everything out here
Ain't no fuck, nobody give a nigga shit out here
I sold my soul to the devil

Twice was cheap

out of the game

Realizing everything's fake
Does anyone realize what's up for the taking
Fuck any kind of gun that shoots
Cause I'm in a fully

no grit
And everybody want them a switch With a regular gun you'll miss
Probably hit a civilian shit
My advice is just stay out the mix
Surviving

Glee
Just got off the phone was talking music with bro bro YZ
And why you talking shanking a man it's only hand to hand by me
I feel like Mario

on mood swings
If I don't pick up the phone, lil mama mood change
Need a M by 35, that's the real game
Never let nobody sell me out for lil fame
Cauz niggas

catch you slipping, 
My niggas is very persistent and ferocious, 
My bitches too,
One might be your hostess, 
Get you poked quick,
By someone you close

play wrong"
Good boy, put your head strong
This real life, no Jake Long
Bounce out that bitch like ping pong (Bounce, bounce)
Climbin' up the ranks like

niggas is very persistent and ferocious
My bitches too,
One might be your hostess
Get you poked quick
By someone you close with
Retaliations a bitch,

tho your stomach rumbled
Left the house with your gun not coming back without a supper
We was the kids like usher to let it burn so when it's our turn

Call the gun, Jackie Chan, cause the way it kick

Before I hop up in the booth, let me sell these scripts
I gotta freak a little bit, she love suckin'

can’t even sell me it
Back up, like I fell and shit
Back up, boy ya smell like shit
Ain’t shit sweet, we don’t like you
But the penthouse suite,

blue
Laughing at my problems caused by people that I knew 
 
Rap attack
Bout to go snap
Get a bad
That be filled with spikes and hit me in back

If you beileve in it don't check the facts 
Do the maths relax
Be a ruthless gentleman
Get in there pull out a gun Shoot everyone it will be fun
Grab

days coming
Hey! Listen up I'm into eardrumming ,
Knives in these words , gunz blazing , what yuh saying chronixx?
Yuh woulda sell your gun ,
no way

I make it
Now when I make it I don't say shit I just take a vacation
Snapping for the holidays
Got folks that's still out in them trenches selling

note for something to talk on 
I'm ugly designer jeans muscle tee 
Fuck with me but got it on me if you want to fuck with me
Shot out to the grave I'm

and soul, where only facts are kept
Many rappers sell-out pop and other MC's slept
I ain't in no playin mood, so nigga watch your step
Cause if you cross

Niggas be goofy, don't bring a knife to gun battle to stab my back
Live by the code, got loyalty and morals, principles, won't fold

You call that lil

I’m so tired of all this pain nigga
I’m never ever gon change nigga
I’m always gon be the same nigga
I’ll never ever sell my name nigga
Not for no

lack when I came from the trap?
I had to stack all my change, it was mad

My mama told me don't play with a gun
I got some opps, I ain't playing for fun

stepping they ain’t living to see 21
Stuck in the house at 13 but got plenty guns
He had to take it cause nobody wouldn’t sell him one
Just like his Dreams