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of racks, Ain't no mash
In a track, She throw back, Turn the flash on

I got rich and I cant take no fucking exit
Roka pull on lil' Yac she started dancing

Different cities
Homie different brag
Time is money
Vegas never lag
Showing out
We be turning heads
Rolling 7's
Ain't no doubting it
Make it back
By

he's back rapping and singing on tracks that really slap
My mission's very singular, in that I don't have one
I just have fun with that
Feeling that I

it
And I guarantee that half of these people still have a one track mind
Don't waste my time
You know I just adjust like that
Don't know why they so

a sock)

Controlled movement, strolls on da track
Controlled substances, hide yo stack
Controlled lockers rumbled by new jacks
Controlled visits sittin'

and im 3 shots deep in a trance
4, 5 ,6 lemme teach ya how to dance
7 bands if you do it with no hands

Damn Barsh why they throwin all these hand hearts

a meal or watch netflix and chill
She official, referee whistle
Stellar pedigree, rescuing pitbulls
Travel seven seas, translating info
I speak bad

hueva lo mismo en tus tracks
Tirar con alma antes de aprender a vocalizar
Ser más honesto cuando escribes antes de ecualizar
No te reprimas si comprimes,

give a fuck who tell me no
I'm attackin' every beat, keep enjoyin the show
I don't got time for the weak, I'm just lettin you know
At it seven days

like a track meet
Most of you niggas is weird, this shit is crazy

I'm getting this shit by any means, fuck being lazy
High as fuck getting head, I think

sound
The sound of me, speaking to you
The sound of me, kissing on you
Huh, yea, it's true
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 skip 6
We skipping to 7 cause I know your from

like a whole snack you can check out the work on the old tracks
I'm on the trainnnnn cant get the coach back i cant She love it when I bocat she love it

Bump this in your neighborhood

Uh

Yay yay yeah

Uh..uh

This a public service announcement,

Brought to you by

Your good folks at AWHKN Records

Fuck it, watch how smooth I walk in the booth
I'm that nigga, I go everywhere with two (on me)
I'm might go fuck up the track again
(ay punch line time)

to god I don't fall victim not to none of my sins
I do my dirt all by my lonely I can't trust none of my friends
I run plays like its track kid
Never did

Hey man this is that track you sniff man
That dope
I remember standing in the projects with pocket full at nicks
Even though I wanna Bball shoes

of blood on your hand.
you showed me 'round and that's where you live.
your mom seems so kind she raised you up by the beach.
i lost track of time
your dad

your Marilyn
Feed me by the spoon baby buy yourself a ring
Baby buy yourself a ring
It's the shiniest thing
Baby buy yourself a ring
Buy yourself a ring

a 7 dice roll my pockets aren't all too slow

Red lights
Street fights
Dark nights
Moonlights
New mission
New city
In my zone
Fresh pockets
No wallets

without a cheat
No asterisks by my chips fair and square I compete
But it's good night AB if you press me in the streets
O-Town gonna feel this
Been knowing

to win, i convert it
Twenty-four seven i keep on it
Put my hat on like i am part of chronic
Tell them man what time it is right now
System thumping, go live

A laundry list of problems to the ground that’s compounding
Just like my worth, they show some nerve by claiming I just found this
It took me 7 years

dying when hit by a trainful
Of People speeding down the tracks, no brake oh
Doc was an Oc, but he was really a snake so
You never know how hard the train

disappear
Crackers come all the way from Africa just to be starting shit
Moderate day slavery, you not black, bitch

Just to snapping people in seven minutes