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Bullets, blood, ribs, intestines 
How's that for gangsta shit 
Southside stories is musical nigga 
Bang the shit 
Way the beat plays 
I reminisce about Ray

my mouth I love the way that they be tasting 
find me on east hasting 
Or blazing in the basement
with my homies drinkinv 40's
Hitting shorties

school, I'm in the bando cooking crack
I already know how to do the maths you can't even teach me
The gyaldem calling me Teejy
The nittydem saying they need

you can scratch and moan or you can moan and bite
How deep is your love 
Cause I’ma diver 
He broke your heart well call me MacGyver
I’ll fix it
Put

inside my mental space
She looking great
But she's surrounded by all of this hate 

So I take pen to pad
While recording these tracks 
You don't like that

been that much scheming
Since Eve met the serpent
My love rules Daisy Duke's amused
Check the view of the issue my
Flexing bounce to your body tissue
You

Don't forget that you rocking with the best
Lately, I been chilling ain't nobody to impress
Been on my pop star but I'm still harder than the rest

he spoke on T.O., he gone by the weekend
Bad bitch in this party, shake ass and she drinking
I popped the heart, that's the X, now I'm geeking
Oh, he

Never judge a book by its cover
1 don one man one star

Crazy oh we solve life problems like physics
You move extra but you come back to basics
Ride

I'm so clean 
Truck sitting High 
Looking at me 
When I ride by 
Smoke my weed 
Light that fire 
Like Afroman like colt 45

Want to live this life ,

a stack coming home,

Solo how I roll, 
Bank rolls getting dough, 
I ain’t really tryna be known, leave me lone, 
If you take a hand out better watch ya

last year I was on some I wish I could shit
Now I'm on the radio could been good shit
You can make it in this life no matter how it look shit
How I got

I served that gas my shit was blowing up like a pager
Remember I did that shit for you ? all love its nothing major
Then you started acting funny you

not no pistol
I'm the Don, call me mista (Mista)

Getting ready to slide
How you gon' speak on some shit you ain't try?
I keep a buckshot, it pop at his

Watch the stars roll by
They taunt me, showing me
What I could've had
What I want so bad
But I just cant abandon that what makes me brings me down
Held

notebook, that's how I cope
Ed Koch made a nigga go broke
Another song book 'bout the minstrel show
Let my kinfolk go
I can't even dance to Scott Joplin, but

Aye tell that hoe I'm drip
Tell that hoe I'm drip
Tell that hoe I'm drip
Tell that hoe I'm drip
Tell that hoe I'm drip
Tell that hoe I'm drip
Aye

I don't look like a crook
But my heart wants me to follow her
About almost everywhere that she  would go
Then I confess on the spot that I really love

my life
There's to many enemies I need to fight
There's to many battles that I need to win
Fell in love with the taste of victory
The scars on my heart

like I'm lil herb, get em out the lane when I drop a verb
Because I'm bout that action when I'm jotting words
You not from the bottom, stomp you

aint wifing no floozie
Uh Uh
Shawty fuck 'bout your new shit, aye
I ain't trying to keep it exclusive
I want the Becky
New York bitch love how I talk
So

of change, my nigga
We outside, you'll be alright
Keep your eyes on that prize and your eyes on that bag, y'know what I'm sayin'?
And don't trip, my nigga,

you gonna do about that?
Not much...

See, she wakes up, all bad gone
All her worries cut one by one
See she don't know a thing I've done
Next time let

John was stole by Yoko
Feel like the sun ain't shone since o-four
Gets so close
But them clouds is thicker than rolled oats
And that rain will kick you