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me to brag I got the bag and I'm on go mode
I'm pushing Maserati's
Don't leave me in the party
Cause if play me by my lonely you gon be the target
I'm

with serving fiends you tryna get high or by nikka got whatever you need

Counting Green Smoking Purple
Blues Stuffed all in my purples

I went D1 in

respect
I play my cards right after I pluck the deck
I stay up all night trappin', fuck getting rest
Selling White for the green, bout to play for the jets

bitch, I'm tryna buss a brick
Put that shit up in the blender, press the button, watch it mix
My white girl need a 8-ball, I'ma meet you there by 6
I'm

white fences and steeples But we're just two poor ass people
Lookin' for a peace treaty We can't move freely
So we gotta sign a waiver with this designer

white tee
I came with the flow and I got doe
I Make a hating hoe like me
They offer me fish like a Pieces
Know I'm tryna get sucked like a ICEE
Low key

block they had one nigga though he got away
We gone catch him by the grocery store for him I got a Special K
With my blick I'm so romantic, finger-fuck

drive bys
He doing walkdowns

You robbing but you told
Loud mouth
Bet you can't talk now

Stretch a brick long
White boy
Call this the 8 mile

My favorite

Where I'm from is full of liars
Where I'm from is full of white harassing, cops who took the guys

Where I'm from, you can't get put on by yourself, you

sick of my opps, I ain't buying guns I know they scared to die
You'll probably catch me in some flashy while passing by
Or you'll see me in some flashy

Woah, woah, gang
Woah, woah, ayy
Third
Woah, woah, woah,

Gang, look, ayy
Say we got bricks for sale
Choppa to his body, do no talking, he won't kiss

like this
We go over the rainbow,
Follow the yellow brick road
My heart is wrapped in emerald,
Your heart is made of gold
I'll be white like widow,
Cause

T's neither
Suburban whites perpetrating Coke Boy brand with Michael Jordan sneakers
Between the JumpMans and the Yeezus
That's like picking Trump

Took me the i-9
Up to Black Mountain
Had me a show at that hotel

There rests a maple
White cloth on table
Sunset and red brick under toe

They call

you hate me shawty, I can’t trip about it. Find another shawty, I’m on dope I’m stalling. Don’t believe in sorry, I want my phantom white, look like

rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Got an ounce of the coke, white snow flurry (What?)
River Road shawty, Yung Christ, one chosen
$lick tote

change
Look, our love can change
Baby, fuck them games That's how life goes

Countin' up with ten ballers on white lows Why you got a neck if you ain't got

wires on him like he needed a jump
And got gutted by a Kano like he looking for lumps
Blended in with the trees like he coming to hunt
Ketchup,the hoes

Written by: Kenny Obinna Umeh

I been talking from this perspective
That's Gods perspective
The wifi gone so I'm getting green iMessages
Full moon

a pegasus
Custom Richard for my wrist
This shit feel heavenly
You would think I'm selling bricks
We having everything
All black shades
They off-white rock em

too old, man, you trippin' over that childish shit
Mama made me hard-bodied, I ain't talkin' bricks

They say my music finna blow, we finna get em' lit,

and messing with my words
Big spliff while I write gotta elevate and learn
It's like These days it's the only thing that gets me by
Cos in this world you gotta

on her face
I like the bitches that walk with a wobble
That's thick as a brick and give head like a bobble
Ain't buying the bar out I snuck in a bottle
I

black
And white vitiligo
I lose her once
And she replaced by a side hoe
Move her hips like
She can dance in the Congo
A ruthless chick
That I can share if