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The Lower East Side began
Punk fashion as well
With ripped clothes and spiked hair
Worn by a poet named Richard Hell
Hell was in Television, The Neon Boys

mistreat her
But they be diggin', might as well get a golden retriever
I would have millions right now if I played wide receiver for my brudda

But this

the nine two times
With a machine no gym
Tryna put him in the sky
Make an opp boy fly
Get whacked by mine
Where them at, where them be, where

when he scrubs 'em clean
And every year they try to bump the fee
Plus he'll probably recommend braces (there you go) that's another G!
Well thanks

my mind
Certified demons only ever lurk at night
So i hibernate, sheltered by the sun
Snipers wait where vipers laid, and hell hurt, now i'm numb
After

Verse 1
Before the fight start to kick of i always used to trick off
and keep her in designer bags to have her girl's pissed off
Ridin with the top

(gang)
Pop out that cut with a choppa leave a niggas missin
Hell cat watch it hissin', gang

Watch 'em go switch up in front of the bitches
And then

Yeah
Hahahaa
You feel it
Nah
Light it, turned on by a white bitch (Ya)
Side chick licks my dick like a high Levis
Fits around it, quite split (Ouff)

for a dumb grown nigga
I'm speaking to the kids that alone don't give up
Ahead of your Biz young Lord don't deliver by the stars
Every inch go hard you

piece when I Ain't have my dime piece
I would text and page and I would Pay her texting
All the way from Texas
She would come to New York what The hell is

be trippin, ion know why they do the most
I ain’t fucking up my chicken cause a nigga got goals
I’m young and I’m getting it so let’s go and have

Black up at the graduation
Y'all still my niggas
Til' we meet up at the crossroads
Most of my time consumed by
Wondering why y'all all gone
Go through my

and the street
Shut shit down in the mall, word to Drizzy
Elite, elite, elite
Pac and K.Dot and J.Cole elite
Oh how funny it seems, but by keeping our dreams

Don't become so fixated
On a painted sunrise
Don't let the opportunity run by
I don't wanna wonder why
The last child with a wondering eye
Gotta put his

They land they'll have jet lag
Caught you wired with a cord and a bug
And you can go to court as a
Thug missing a quart of your blood
Grenade grand daddy

Aw, hell no! (Man)
You must be out your motherfuckin' mind
Bitch! (This hoe's gotta learn)
Ain't no free rides in this game!
(We gotta teach 'em)

what the hell am I saying?
All I really know is that I’m never playing
Going in hard, from the very start
Never gonna be put in my place by you retards

back to him, but I threw it
Bent so he'll have to move to get it
Then I can get my car but he didn't move

He lunged at me and sliced
My thigh i'm

a tutor (hah)
Go on typing comments, I don't listen to the rumors
Cuz you're boosting my engagement that's infectious like a tumor
Like, why you got

mind, wanna hold my tongue, that's why these bitches hatin
He said he slid on me, go ask that boy why did he lie
They know they play with me, I'ma have

Let’s go for a quick synopsis, shall we?

[Verse 1: LadyJ]
Even though this journey’s unwarranted
I honor it
I definitely can’t squandering it
I have my

All my friends seem to have disappeared
Now I'm on my own, no signal on my phone
But my spidey-sense is telling me there's no way home
How fucking

ons
And all the chicks bomb, go get your rizz on
Here at the motherfuckin' kick
Hawaiian smooth like some pineapple juice
I'm high on the loose
Relaxed,

Emerging from the center of the earth
Willing and able to take control
Of all unfinished situations
By leading the outcasted souls
To the power of Shangri-La