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procedures
I got real life trying to come between the family, so I don't want to talk about emotions
The fact I had you over got one over on me, Oscars for

SNAKEZ
You know I’m Riding wit My dog til the tank empty
Only trust a few
Niggas stay snitching
And I do it 4 my folks
Locked in state Prison
Pop

I said hit the road jack
Bullets get the chasing, that's a 4 flat
Dick got some powers now she running back
Never folding on the gang like go get our

titties
Four more I feel like old fifty
So you know they noticing and feeling me by skin to skin and empathy ah!
By skin to skin and empathy ah!

a gold digger but I aint cuffing no broke hoe
It's just Me and my baguettes get the racks by the boat load
But that's just light shit you know every nigh

Blah Blah Blah… Yada Yada Yada… (Can People Please Finish What They Sayin’)

By Twenty-Something DJ Franklin

(c) 2022 Raymond F. Quinton

Woke up

Closed hearts because my skin is dark
Suspended four times in half a year
Papa told me I'm a fuck up
Fuck you son, that's tough love
7 bucks and hour

She said forever i said forever?
Forever ever? forever ever ever
Ever ever ever ever?
Apparently forever only means four year!
This is the rewrite

I swear I'm moving on
No longer tied to my past
I swear I'm moving on
The late nights that go by fast
24-7, I've been here since 02
That state

What happened to niggas who said they had my back
Like, yeah, what happened to that
I'm in the raq surrounded by all these killers

I still be

that's the gas, so I must
Why you say I love you, I ain't never said such
Lil hoe you not real, I can tell by your butt
I'm unpredictable, it's 4 for 10,

the club with 50 on me like I'm Curtis Jackson
Girly called me by my government but she got Chvsinn tatted
Said she wanted me to meet her brothers but them

into wasting no time
I'm in a mission to get
Put all my niggas into position
I'm like a kill switch
One click and watch me drill shit
I hang with real

out in Cali packing bowls, shipping by the mail
I'm a cheetah to bag y'all niggas move like snails
Choppa knock a nigga off his tracks make him derail

Tell ‘em they should be recording this
Reporter be sure you reporting this
Nigga pulled up to the function in Ford four door & he not affording it

Lino said "Bro we need at least 16"
Irony, Bro I still move 16's
Fit 50 racks in my louie back pack
Steppin out a custom whip in Off White Air Max

Bitch you better play by the rules
real Stunna not 4 Vegas but my life is changing
When we exchanging we ain’t billy ray like trading places
Niggaz steady

Another plane, another flight
Just a day in the life
Doing business in a 20 by 20
Three hundred and fifty
Days of going state to state
City to city
I know

it out the hood I feel I finessed the streets (Finessed the streets)
And this rap shit 'Call of Duty' by the way I kill these beats
I run up twenties,

this sickest of rhymes
Ain't gon' to wait for no time
Cuz' I'm fly in my prime
Two years have gone by
I had it with a long smile
This journey is

you think
I go150 percent
Nigga can't see me,I hand them the lense
They blind by 50
Do I make any sense?
Taxi drivers wanna get in her pantyliners
Coz

gear box, burning rubber on the roads
And we coppin fully white bricks
And we zooming by the cops, buck50 real quick
Swerving in and out of lanes
Lemme

half way, bring it right back up,
Now take it real low, good knees that patella tendon,
While your low your body like a Boa Constrictor,
She like a genie

On cpril twenty third twenty twenty three at eight fifty seven in the morning 
You sent me a text that said, "Question, simple, after meeting me more