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I got a girl name Indigo she also go by Violet
Porter T. Flinn ayy I'm a young scientist
I done came down like a rockslide
Chillin' in the cut like

Everybody's left
Spent all my bread
What you trying to tell me?
Still on the ledge
Trying to make amends
Smoking till I'm bent
Labels tried to shelve me
Stop

bet you could tell by this Rick Owens tactical gear
Yeah, I got remarkable range
Midas put fingers to fangs, and also to mains, so only the molars

Trust, it's a must
Young nigga actin tough
Walkin round with a crutch
But it's ok
I'll be rollin in my grave
Thinkin how I got paid
More than Kim K

to you
So hold me down when I need it most
You been there when they went ghost 
And we got through it, we stayed afloat 
So this song's for you yeah it's

the drop-top them scary nights hope I resurrect by tomorrow 

Get your cameras out

One damn time for the life I chose
Two more hits for the hoes I know
So

my right hand
The sun shall not smite me by day nor the moon by night
Till i take over the world Musical madman de here yeh yeh

I made my life your

Nobody Cares

Outlawz

Ride Wit Us or Collide Wit Us

2000

bellyin and not achy
These issues keep me with pistols for safety
I got plans that the cops ain't included in
And not a handcuff or shell could hold em in

hitting for
Shorty got that wet but lately been tripping bro
Aint for arguing I cant go back and forth
Trying to get money it's places that I should go

breaking bread, we barely even
Unless he got reason
Conversations barely breathin
Think I got the antidote
With the smoke, i'm tryna cope
Thinking bout that

can't settle for less
I'm not about to rest
Even if I got strep
It's not to impress
I got much to do and I'm dealing with stress
Imagine just feeling like

by her thighs
Shoulda tried to see her eyes

If you talking love
Shit a make a nigga cry

If you talkin drugs
Shit make a nigga wanna

Poppa nigga

a song, he'll get your ass gone by midnight
Feelin' like 50 with all this cheese, got power, nigga ass 'bout to get right
Feelin' like 50, got all this-

got killed off, yeah this the new season
That man got a big nose
Rat man by the window, just jump, do it
Bitch are you jealous that we all in Paris?

niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like

Take 'em all to hell
Let your demons ream 'em
I'm watching from upstairs 
The eyes just gleaming 
Sippin champagne 
Before the next campaign 
Victory by

dawgs gon eat like they on starvation 
No L's for the squad, if up they win, real talk just by affiliation
Only got one life so I'm tryna run up, no game

some creds
Had a drop a roll and I got some breads
Renz gon' eat, whole gang get fed
Hatin on me? Lil' boy get slept

Hatin' on me? Lil' boy get slept
I

ivy puttin' poison in your IV
Avoid your noise
I can destroy you toys nightly
Tom Hanks in Big
You got a little boy's psyche
"Not-safe-for-work" flow,

Check it out (Con-Con-Conductor)
Yeah, Con, you know I got you
My brother, for real
This family right here, yeah

Like a Vietnam vet, I'm still

laundromat
Actors steady bapping
Niggas Jerry we ain't cool with rats
Take the game and marry
Got the world of weight
Up on my back

Bro was steady swerving
In

watching your back

Nothing gets past me 
I'm hard to get by 
I'm back with a vengeance 
I'm still in my prime 
Ain't got no regrets 
Don't show no remorse

missed a meal even when the shit got real
You was always breaking bread 
Roof over my head keeping me fed
Even when I didn't know the ledge
From the first

street runners
Always got the stick and buck it like they street drummers
Everywhere I ride I'm in good hands like All-State
Money think about it like