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she let me use the tub
Nigga, use a scrub
Fuck 12, I make drug sales
Nigga, fuck rats, bitch we cut tails
Whew..
... the tan but the duff pale
I can up

fronted
Fucking up the money, trying to get it back

I remember nights sleeping with the rats
I didn't have a bed, I was on the mat
I was in the county,

ain't shit but I still hit 'till my last day
Can't even put my health first, the fuck up with that, Chase?
I'm moving slow, tryna get out the rat race

your feelings
You started this, I ain't want no problems
You stay trifling like yo momma 
I been burnt out by this drama
You look better givin me top

feelin like Pac

God body, with my hyper intuition
Was gone let it slide, but you kept on dissin
Feed him cyanide, rats are known for snitchin
He ain't

the greatest, nigga

You a bitch, I'm judgin' by your Rollie size (36)
Pop, pop to your brain, yeah, it's Coney time
Flint nigga, stuffin' hoes with packs

on shit all by myself
Interrogation, yeah, you get the cheese

Lil Fred, you a rat
Tell him to tell me as soon as he see me
On snacks, I'ma turn his ass

Solo dolo living, ever lacking feeling Racks pack empty ceilings
Rats flow through the building, lies run your thoughts

Schizophrenic patterns,

back, pack it's elemental
Got that drug and we lace it up with fentanyl I'm on the go back, in my new Maybach
Tryna trip it up, triple double in the HVAC

a lone wolf

Yeah, I spend most of my time by myself, that's cool
A lot of folks dislike me if I'm telling the truth
I used to hang with the gang, not

I was in the pen eating noodles knocked three back
Came home still on niggas noodles yeah the beef pack
Tried to keep it cool they violated couldn't

fye, can't get it back, they try and get Baretta's
And I bet he'll take his life, just for talkin' hella extra

Catchin' rats by lacing cheddar, niccas

way, that ain't finna change
Mama told me not to be fooled by these stupid bitches
But I was caught up in them feelings, bitch, I was just tripping

who you fuckin as long as you Zelle'n
She look like Aaliyah
She One in a million
Step on that stage and she making a killin
Surrounded by Gs that sell

a valley of violence I'm territorial 
Keep a small pack that I'm loyal to
Want the food dish? Get torn in two 
We comin through 
cnd who the fuck are you?

as snitch you might die today
I be shooting that .50 cal
Smoke a pack of woods a day
Stomp yo ass out then I might just introduce you to my k
I be getting

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Turn the Lead to Gold
By saying something ineffable
Through music it can be told
It makes the truth digestible
This beat

packs
Nerd niggas all up on the net, playin' tip for tap
My brother died, since then I had a dark soul Catch up, gas  a nigga like it's arc o

So you

Man, you know how young niggas steppin', man. You feel me
For real, though
Man, we live, man. Turn up by the front of me
Man, that nigga really gotta

I'm locking that backdoor
niggas ain't going for that

If you down on your ass, I can toss you a pack
Not gonna lie, I fell off, but I'm coming right

shoot it like it rambo
smell the dope turn maself a beast
Serving dog food needing no leash
She want a handout, told her leave
That luh bitty rat be

I swear to that it's , gon' pay off
Make more in a day than what you make, you take a day off

Dodgin' rat n****s and fed cases, cause they don't play

If you want verses you payin a fee
I'm on the road, swervin
Flippin that merch, servin
Gotta big blunt, burnin
You is a rat, vermin
Cannot be fucking

a pack, I ain't even mad
when I lost all I had

Something in me cracked
Haunted by my past
Days were Sunny, lately things been black
Somewhere I got lost