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their place
Not a killa but i might catch a body if you trynna race
Real bros by my side never getting replaced
I came from the dark I might be nice but

then I'm coming home to a high five
Next Morning it's a bye bye I forgot to pay for WIFI
Turns out I get hit in a drive by
Tell me god oh please why

Average
See I’m Married To The Game (You Know It), No Horse & Carriage
I’ma Young OG, See The Hood Know Me (They Know)
Cartier Frames Cause Oakleys For

didnâ¬"t care
Right away grabbed my hand to see if I was there

Talking by touch, jusâ¬" speak to me
Lilâ¬" hand gestures, youâ¬"re such a cute-tee

you sang to me?
Something about a princess and pea
A girl who lost sleep because of her sensitivity
Could you tell that much about me at three?
Picking

Uh
And you already know what it means when you see these two names connected
Yeah
Niggas counting favors while we out here counting paper
Fueled by

and look at the stars
Keep it strictly business
But I made a little time for you 
No time to do the stuff we tryna 
But we can vibe and groove 
Listen to 3

R-A-G-3
BOOxx, BOOxx
What's happening
Yea imma do that shit like that

I hate that I'm afraid
Take all my feelings and I keep them in a cage
I really mean

but I bought her three
She gone shake that ass cause she already know she bad
She know I got motion and she already know that I KeepaBagg
His bitch in

so by nature
You'll say this is aight and if you don't see you later
I can't afford for the swaggerless denimless
To mix with the vibes robbin all

the situations will never change
If its embedded in ya brain
That the only way to get fame
Is become a slave to this game
It's a shame
Meanwhile my fans trying

it goes
One-two one-two got to know each other little by little
Love is so crystal and brittle
I've been so long somewhere in the middle
Between you

nappin'
Smooth with it like assassins
Keeping dimes by my side
Yeah we call that shit fashion
What you wanna know (No, yeah)
Make a bitch flow like

one
But I'ma keep throwing heat
And let y'all niggas change up (Strike, three! Bam! See you later!)
Take what I say with a grain of
Agent Orange blazed

talking 'bout Klaus
I was running through the 2-3-4 with my woes
Never let a hoe come between me and the bros
I be in the block I be searching for the opps

you die
Put your lighters in the sky
That why we get high just to get by
And ladies got their snap back
Their children got no snacks packed
A Everyday

diamonds on my chain (In my chain)
Feel like 'Bron James with them three big rings (Big rings)
She fuck with Young Fiz 'cause he doing big things
Ima hit it

It was late at night somewhere on the 113
Playing California Stars, three quarter tank of gasoline
When you fell asleep in the backseat by your

or Somalian
Gay or not
With 3 eyes or 6 legs
If you cool you still my friend
I'll show you love whatever place
In a room with 300 people
Or when we alone
I

You play around with young Jayrad
You gonna catch 3 to the face
You already know that my lawyer paid imma beat me a case
If I catch that boy outside

posted on the West
Headshots only for the rest
Them niggas dying by they respect
I see the feds watchin

But we still steppin on they neck
I heard that

leave the hood I ain't gon miss this shit
Mom was working three jobs just to feed the kids
Pops wasn't around I guess ut the blame on my momma
Did her

up yo soul
What good is the world if you sell out yo bros
What good is a milli if you cuffing three hoes
Would you rap for the streets if ye ain't sell

down, I might put it in her face
Man, y'all need to learn your place
I don't know why, why I gotta get by the time
She thinks she the one, I put her