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then we all up in they home
Threw da lob onna opp nigga, we gon' get him gone
And it's still free ree until he coming home
Real gorrila in these streets

on the way to school or represent
The kind of rugged raw attitude the music related
Flaring like the yellow street lights, illuminated
By a creative force that

built on a bluff
Guess my bluff got called by Memphis

Now I’m doing this every night
Beale Street thing
Set up in a palace that’s
Fit for a king
They let

backwoods
Bands up, we smoke packs by the handful
Act tough
Say y'all bust like some canned goods
Flash floods, stay inside when the rain comes
Make what I

down
I was raised by the burbs
Grown by the streets
Never had beef
Now I just wanna see
What it's like to be mean for a little
(What Chu mean?)
Sitting

And he'lIl get the band
He'll bring the money right back to his fam This is on you, it's not on me It's in your hands, do you understand? Don't get nervous,

a Funyun
And the trap got Os, got onions, ayy
(Onions, ayy)
Walked down on an opp 'til my feet hurt
Bunions (On God)
Put some bands on the karats
I feel like

You know I like it when you
Talk to me like that! I used to take you
This is Queens and you know how we do it
In this streets I'm a fck
And ain't

Some I really don't mind, some just get on my nerves
Turn my back to the clock cause it slows the time
Take out a cigarette and hear the match strike

Some I really don't mind, some just get on my nerves
Turn my back to the clock cause it slows the time
Take out a cigarette and hear the match strike

Said if you're reading this then I'm gone
But boy I've had you on my mind, and I had to take the time
And let you know I've always loved you despite

your feet up the street bend your back
Shift your arm then you pull it back
Life is hard you know (oh whey oh)
So strike a pose on a Cadillac
If you want

I killed the beat broski I’m the chord puller
I fathered the streets mehn I’m the son schooler
Omo I get bands, Bon Jovi
In the wave, anchovy
Gyal wan

Ayo Jarri That Shìt Go Too Crazy 


Cake Boss
 
Cake Boss



You can’t be a cake boss if you ain’t getting to the  cake/
Take that bullshit off boy

Mute fluorescent lights 
That night lit our paths  
By the forgotten Coke machine
None wanted to be photographed 

Our band of misfits with

the damp street glows
Through the moonlight, through the moonlight!

A cute handshake
From the heart foundation of love
It bounded us forever that love shall

War Orphan 

Here's a  band that wouldn't take any more 
stood up agains the scum, 
the cunts, the dogs, the filth, the shit
You're killing your own

would stay at the auction house
Don't think that we forgot about the shit you pulled at waffle house
Fahhh
Fahhh
He's a deadman
It don't take bout shit

the iron side
Dont you want to keep yourself free
You dont understand huh
A body cost 60 and a band huh
You want to see the fear
Take a look in their eyes
I

work out 
Pt bands 
No personal trainer
Got firm hits 
Like a punching bag 

By the seaside
Bench press weight
4 da dough let it blow 
Like I've pushed

your feet up the street, bend your back
Shift your arm then you pull it back
Life is hard you know (oh whey oh)
So strike a pose on a Cadillac
If you

the streets
If I
Love you
Then It's for life
We just got to talk,
I don't want to fight
I just like your presence
You are my present
We could run the world
You

Billboard

Royale

Billboard

2018

on the beach
Take care of my mama
look out for my sisters
keep bringing that heat to the streets
Stay lit like it's Christmas
Give bands to my misses
That makes

I make the bands do the runnin man
Take a trip to Caicos shit I needa tan
Even OT chasin dividends
Ima speak it into existence
Need a 100 for a show