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codiening don't do Bacardi
She think I'm toxic talm bout you a artist
How you still loving this bitch you a damn fool
White diamonds snowing
For the right

the flow's so sick
Pound for pound, my fists swing bricks
Your bars ain't shit
Your balls and your dick ain't shit
Your friends, your crew, your clique ain't

this, bitch, help us get rich
Hit the fuckin' track, and let's break a few tricks
Keep her ass in the kitchen on a mill
ticket mission cookin' all white

where the fuck them bricks go
Long clip, Talk shooter that boy 6'4
He ain't even making no shots he can't even ball
I was busy sneaking in the drac

with the memories
I'm coming back to the free, I'm making nothing but cheddar
Used to move them white bricks, but still I'm a go-getter

No, I will not

started out with shooting straight bricks, now I'm fourth quarter hot
High as fuck and got the munchies tripping, hit up Cakes by Ron
Called Drew said, "Hop

I'm so alone
Cuz you're not here
I could cry
A thousand tears
I'm sick with love
I'm missing you
It hit me like
A ton of bricks
Took over me
It

I've been known to have bones to pick
Body parts and blood cones to lick
Load the bricks, I'm buildin' up a jungle gym
For tons of imps, not made

come with the bait
But i don't do fishing
Fly you out to Paris
Come take a trip with a real nigga
White chateau Escargot
And 6 figures
Bad yellow bone

sippin' drink all upside down like a hangover
Bearing strange fruit
Got no help, I do this by myself
Ballin' on these niggas, might just put some trophies

from 201
If you feel a type of way, just know that I don't give a fuck
Made a buck and built a brick, kept the dice, and held my dick
Working hard so I

a brick, better catch a hundred like a touchdown
If you need Za hit me up, I serve it by the pound (Serve it)
Ski'd up in a sheisty mask I wont make a sound

I move by myself
Independent
I don't need no help
They wonder how I purchase it myself
Brand new YSL
Cartier the lenses
Louis belt
God I don't need

a bloody canvas on the wall
But that's where I stand tall, i'm surrounded by the snakes in the grass now there's no one to call
Play the game likes it's

these sits

Back to a grip and not through bricks
Me and twan, we grippin' the stolo
Glock up my hand, this bitch right here 4-0
Bitch come around, I'ma

A whole lot of mob shit, a whole lot of mob shit
Hottest white boy in Texas, bitch
I don't give a fuck
and we still goin

Swear to God, we ain't

liq by the liter
Never pay for a feature
I do my dance with the reaper
Too entranced with the reefer
Like a glance in the ether
Put your hands

Sidney crosby
I watch my mama chop a brick, no karate
We be couped like Audi
Tough as Teflon Don, no John Gotti
I told you before, I'm a rap star
Fast car,

iPhone 4 pictures of an easy-care laminate floor

Eureka, I yell,
Another sad white guy professing his drunk brain's thoughts over diminishing guitar

nigga and he still ain't as tall as me
If you by my side the worse thing you can do is choose to leave

I don give a fuck about a couple thousand, bitch

the meat, I had her back by eight
I can tell you mad because your face grinning I know they hate to see that BBS winning
A nigga trying to eat, so I'm chasing

at nine, shake a bag by ten
I don't even waste time tryin' to break it down, I don't got no scale
Free bro, why he sittin' fightin' for a bond, I'm tryin'

station
White dust blown around by aircon
Make a yardbird dance with a tutu
His friends don't like him
Getting down with tyrannosaurus till we're told not

A fucking winner
Cold summers
Hot winters
Wit me and the members

World crazy
Same field as Tom Brady
Lil PacMan from the bricks
Grandma I made it

Graduated