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gone by the minute
They know I'ma see it
Niggas know I'm a meanest bitch
Steppin' on shit

I ain't have no handouts
Not a pot to go piss
I'm glad they

it back to the cracker
(bust) now you ain't supposed to get
Hypnotized by this shit (no)
'Cause you gon' live through all
The shit that I spit (yeah)

Idees through my vein ass nigga
You can see me on the southside of the street
Man remembered by the ((opposet)) nigga that flod the city
Get ready for

on the field
But I'm in the slot like corner
My ears on chill hear me cold
I'm talkin like I got pneumonia
I switch my ways
Then I got paid
No I don't need me

the loaf, you wonder is our bread equal
Got sixth sense for the money, dawg, I see dead people
And I ain't talkin' bout no Mel Gibson
I said thank you to my

you niggas outta pocket so I'm sackin it
Man 'she let me hit then talk shit bout what you lackin' in
Talkin bout loyalty
While she laid up with me

(Run away, run away, run away, run away)
(And I apologize, from the way I behave, the beast I became)
(And he don't wanna' hurt no one)
(Forgive me

fine, You can be our Asshole
By Nature ay

Space Ship, NASA all Red Shell like Cancer
Sipping on grape- no Fanta
Member bein broke- no Fan to
Come around

walkin by
I've been in a flurry of war, and enemies ain't talkin right
I don't have the time, ain't expectin no love up in here
Allah I pray you forgive me

know is, all I know is, all I know is

Back in my zone I set the tone and lately
Niggas talkin' shit don't phase me
I'm a real cash money baby
So I can

f*ck what you’re telling me
This boy's so clean you can tell by the smell of me
Danny P I got bars like a felony
Dissin' me and you might just get hit

My dear friends, Romans
Countrymen let me get your eardrums
And the mind’s inside the
Head they’re in everything in
Life moves in cycles
Like

I found an angel, an angel in my hands
Uh, ain't gotta tell me, yeah, I know I got a solid bitch
Shit, I was down on my knuckles, I'm talkin' bloody

(We could doubt that motherfucker)
Au revoir, Yung dick talkin bout all of y'all
Young tits looking like mardi gras
I might sharpie ya'll, I'm tryn

believed in a nigga when
A nigga was sleepin'
Stuck by my side when I was creepin'
She my ride or die, ain't no leavin'
I just wanna see you doin' good
I

and
To just be famous
Makin' sure my people straight and
Ain't laid on no pavement
All I wanted was some peace and
That left me with some haters
But the time is

payday
Yeah we gettin to da money on the daily
Niggah try to rob me AK
No nun of you bitches can play me
Shawty gettin wet like it's rainy
I'm back in this

Mbatshi
There's no need to flip a coin

That he my bestfriend
Let me tell you a lil something bout my self
I been homies with the nigga before I knew how

niggas talkin' out ya mouth
You sittin' on a quarter ounce
It still ain't sold
I been livin' by the code
Get it in and get it gone
Posted at the corner

me pull some strings
Young nigga claimin' tha set, I hope he know what this bullshit bring
Wake up in the cell, oh no nigga, this is not a dream
It's

the world give no fucks and no reaction/
Why they think my mind is absent when they see me jumpin' back in/
This isn't back then, matter fact a different man

'em off a cliff and I ain't talkin' 'bout Huxtable
But that bitch, she high off dick and not no pill from no other dude (Skrrt!)
Money on my mind, lock

Shorty heard my sound said I got style,
Whole lotta water on me I might drown,
We in the stu rollin' up by the pound,
Tryna get a buss down,
Shorty toxic

now
Ain't no stoppin' me I'm gettin' this cash now
Bitches is sad now
Ain't no room with me and you gettin' passed down
I'm tryna be up
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