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really could take over, We just gotta play it smart
My dog turned to a loose screw, still can't fall Apart
I know I'm human, but my daughter look at me

a playbook its a blitz game with a gun
How I miss her we aint did nothing  man that bitch came one of one
He got lined down by a bitch nigga get your lick back

200 block shit
I was saved by the bell like I'm Screech
I was broke, now I get bills for the cheap, nigga
We the ones who switch up the weather, we

about a thousand lashes
 Quarter you, horses stretch you out like elastic
 Feed you to dogs you'll be eaten by mastiffs T
His ain't no easy choice, no

the line about 
Hit man for hire
Tried to set me on fire 
Brought the lion out 
Im a G 
I just shine em out 
Just move it 
This ain't Nike 
So much paper

The badge gun and nightstick
You know who I'm talking bout
The guys who beat you up if you smoke weed
They say you brake law
But what is beating then

Uh-huh, see what I'm saying
Long live the real man
Long live shoota
Death to the fake

I ain't even gon' hold you though
We gon' get straight to it

Mafia so all the guns automatic
Droppin a deuce inna sprite
Know ima star I gleam thru the night
Keep me a knock I don't gotta fight
Run up a play in

Meet me where the sidewalk ends
There's a bust of Von Humboldt, and a hot dog stand
We can cut through the park or walk the museum 
Look at stolen

you miss
Goodbye trick bitch
Hard hit by battle licks

Stay ready and watch
Boots are all over
We rock black ones
Others stay undercover
Recon is

could never stop
I'm going in with this rap shit giving it all I got
I got betrayed by one of my dogs and that shit hurt a lot
I hope you read between

gears solid
Tom Holland, Spider-Man, Uncharted blowing up the market
Barking, My dogs earned their territory, They fucking marked it
I started from

I be bouncing on these beats like a basket ball
I realized all you bitches fake after all
All you Niggas hungry and homeless like a stray dog
Its

storytellers
With a reputation for concealing evidence
going to the grave
With their secrets
Grown man liars
Hiding wedding bands
Like someone put a gun to their

glad skonto

So many slugs in my gun
Only one drug in my blunt
Big dogs get drug to the front
Best leave your love where you from
You can't come in here

I been needing help
I been by myself
Talking to myself
Losing all my health
Thinking bout my daughter
Wish i could be there
Know i need some help
Yea

askin' who inside the sign
I'm adored by the guns
Hit the shore just for fun
The church lost, it's none

Now I won't stop till I'm done
Till I win, even if

fucked by man himself
But there's some of those who are oh so silly one might say
The ones in the king's hand made armor fit only for themselves
Storming

How the fuck I'm supposed to be a man, I never seen one
Never seen a husband, how the fuck I'm supposed to be one
Saw my daddy, dog my mama, how I'm

ridiculous,take a sit and sit back 
Watch me go run up the cheques 
And murder this niggas in songs
Gun powder in mind 
Brainstorming then sky high 
Ain't no

All you dogs with your photo cards
Here comes the man on the six-foot stilts
Our world is like a strange parade
A circus show for young and old but

fits if you're coming stacked
AK, nades, fat pins on the bucket hat

All my dogs are divine, they ain't never miss a banger yet
And I'll stay fly, you

can't even leave without my gun, and this shit a switch
I can't even fuck that bitch for fun, she always in the mix
Bitch I'm not a singer, I'm a artist,

we shootin' a hundred
My niggas is rare, we comin' from nothin',
we turn nothing into something

I'm a dog, I ain't fuckin' with snakes
Make a bad