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a bitch out I got other plays
Why you gon call me when you in trouble like I got a cape
Lotta pape
Pouring up sum lines we got a lotta drank
I'm insane
When

em by the throat
Watch em choke
As I laugh a lot

I'm on a whole new level
Not that Goku level
Not that lord Zeus level

Uhh

Moving Goats
Like pebbles

And stick up boys and they standing by there ride.
They pushing Benz, and Beams, Dodges, and Chargers.
The O.K. Corral in In The Hood and Roy Rogers.
I knew

better stick to the code.
Look at those drifters over there that's precision,
That got their craft mastered like a Religion.
Fast and Furious by standers

PLACES CALL IT PIT STOP
PK RIPPER IN MC GOT ME A FOREIGN DEEPTHROAT


I HAVE THE PESOS GOT DA DRIP AND COUNT BY THE KILO
ONLY WEAR DESIGNER, BALENCIAGA

Having so much fun got margaritas spilling
A place where time stands still but we keep moving
No troubles in your mind just what we doing
I know we just

Tony's homie
Got beat with a pool stick
You think that was rough?
I've seen a drive-by at the age of six
If you shoot at my homie
Better hope you don't

ceiling I know
Your existence has tremendous meaning I know 
You just gotta let yourself beam and glow 

Even though trouble may come back just 
Manifest

Always getting into trouble
I felt like I had to be
Crazy Chris I earned that name
Just a fool it was sad to see
I didn't believe it when they said
God had

people there running in fear
They ruin their lives by just being scared
I'm sick of all the lies sick of the pain
And sick of all the fights
People they do

Loyalty natural there you ain't have to call
Mac upgrade but ain't travel to the apple store 
Spun her back and forth road trips to tampa florida
Party by

occur to me to say half empty. 

A bottle of piss of mysterious provenance.
What kind of man pisses in a bottle?
Goes to the trouble of squeezing the head

overstand cuz I'm never standing under
Been thru the struggle and the rain constant trouble to maintain 
And deal with the loss of my mother and all the pain

exotic cars sold by someone who don’t even like you

Just business to them and should be buying acers of land

Back on topic lyrics rockets I’m the pilot

think you is

I'm tristin raymond 

They wanna see me humbled 

Same people who don't want the trouble 

I'm haunted by materialism

I'm popping them tags

style
Ya might overstand we
It might tek a while
Don know who I am till you walk a mile
In my shoes
Still payin dues by the pile
Mumble rappers blowin

she plead, she wan be mine
By the summertime, she hate me, fuck me fine


[Verse 2]

Maybe its ya taste that I'm blind to
Maybe its ya waist how that

the crime i'm not liable uh
I admit i'm a lil pyscho run through you niggas like Rhino cuz
I have been jumped by some big punks I already lived through that

Blasta
Hear the Rasta?
All my blood run deep
So much blood in the street
And dem not Fah still believe mi
Call up Petie
After all this trouble dem 
Y’all

bombarding

One push of the button and my bombs and I departing

So no lolly gagging, stop the boasting and bragging

Not living by your actions, only care

have no idea ‘bout the double troubles I’ve always had to juggle 
Turning me into rubble  

I’ve been left by knucklehead girls ‘cause refused to be

the demons creeping and the devil lurking, I hear the screaming of an angel's burden/
Want to rearrange it but streets are tainted, by blood of vandals while

gone be a long night
Ride by myself I dont need no extra 
Cause ima lil n***a who gone fight
40 wit me thats a incite
Fuck you I dont need yo invite
You

not the mirror i come to i do not care how you see me im humble/
Poppin of at the center im trouble surrounded by mirrors you still wanna say you cant