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A good girl by your side can make you feel a hunnid bands
No chance, for no fakes stabbing stakes in the hearts
Of all my loverboys protect the gang at all

see myself fasting
I was down bad and I had to start trapping
Look at me now they Scuti like happen
I'm doing good now but thank you for asking
Wake up

to try yo shit
Used to look like Kylo Ren or wait was his name Rylo Ken
Sorry Mr.Lucas I ain’t watch it I cannot pretend
Hate it when they 37 still rapping

the room
We run it by the booth
Then I make it all smooth
You ask me what's the reason is
I ain't got a fucking clue
I be writing doing time before I'm

it rocking never wack smoother than that satin in
My neck tie nigga that's right bested you today
Got ya girl staring even though she tryna look away

been there
Done that
Baby girl be still look
I usually do what I want
Sometimes I don’t make it home
Sometimes I hear my phone ringing n don’t wanna pick

to give us Nothing
Now I’m on all airways
Sounding lovely
They show their love
By giving me this money
So wealth is my health
And health is my wealth
Yo
My

short then come back long
I came home hitting short then come back long
Jeez yo I'm falling in debt
Wish I could give you a E-check
Baby I calling you

From the land of Foams, Steep Techs, and Nike boots
Bonidacci, Solbiato, Spider jackets, New Balance shoes
From pretty girls, who wrap their hair in

Aye
Yeah
Look
Late nights in the city I'm still moving
I try to write a hit, show these niggas I can do it
They say I got the flow so a nigga gotta

Let me open the dooh
And just for your info it's not me it's you
I'm tryyna get bread and provide for my crew
You ain't my girl because you is a swoop

before I die crap
I'm trying get on my level
Find a girl to sit on my lap

Where my mind at? Where my mind at?
Where my mind at? Where my mind at?
I need

Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?

On my wrist I got a 30, on my neck I got a 30
On my hip I got a 30, on my back I got a 30
Hitting all my

Nah I let the beat go
Nah we let the beat go
Yeah, aye, aye, yo
I rip the paper straight out the diary
Reading what my mind been through
It's

dazed and confused
I'm infused, by the truth in her eyes (yo)
In the booth, no disguise, unlike these other guys
You know this one's for the silver dove

these games till I log in
Then ima bust through the heavens like Lagann
Lelouch in that cockpit prolly with yo girl out eatin ramen
Me and the gang prolly

Talkin tough better not act like that again
Now your girl at my crib and you panicking
Real nigga real business I'm standing in
Huh, Or I'm standing

Bring the bag
Know I play my position
We bring it by the gram
Know this scale done seen millions
No roulette
Your cards on the table
I see through

your hood sipping tea
I know u fake, don't need a clarificacion
Daamn
Did it by myself, don't need a gang nigga
U and yo gang just flexin wit them shit's

Yo I'm Jake I'm here to make my name known
Sit alone in my dorm and I brainstorm
Thunder lighting and rain since my day born
Sick of being human I'm

Yo, huh

Can't complain about them pockets
If you smoking good
I get unemployment from my
Brothers from unspoken hoods
Only got one homie 'cause I

the recipe and don't compare me to Jeezy
Yo, I don't credit bitches so you can't pay me tomorrow
I just seen this white girl and she look like Marilyn Monroe
I

the return of the Gangsta
Standin' over you, look you in face, so you know it's me
Bitch you took a part of me, ol girl told me chill, let it slide
Bitch I'm

in the back seat
I am like password she's like sexy
We hop out at the time whn u flexing
My girl aint a bad Bich but she sexy
My new whip look like