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Vans oh what you can't see them
Let me cuff up my pants it would be nice if you can meet em
Catch em as I slide right by maybe 20s or 50 millimeters
I'm

before 
So you can't tell me shit about no ratchet folk 
At the fifty yard tryna pull me a hoe 
Down by the palace where I used to go get my dope
I'm out

the 50 
You just want the money and clothes and the fame 
And all the dumb shit that come wit it me
You just wanna buddy wit the aim and the scope

a rover momma tired of working 
An she getting older myra raised a hustler kuddy go 
An get it started with a gram spent my last fifty i was
Nineteen riding

these hoes 
We ain't playin with you pussy ass boys let's get it 

Finna Smoke a fuck nigga like a back wood
Finna Smoke a fuck nigga like a back wood

hear that you do it to be cool
I don’t wanna hear that another kid died
Perfect example of time passing us by
But what’s a fallen soldier to you
I know

This ain't no lie boy I live by commandment number nine
Floating on high beams, the head is in the sky
Right above the clouds live it up until I die

on the low
Nobody gotta know what we doing, where we go
It's a fact babygirl keep it on the low 
I know you trying change your ways by doing good
Yo man don't

Radio says hark
Behold label-less, unstableness, but ableness
To show you how it's done
Shit was made in a basement hun
All by me for fun
I write poems

ain't rented
Heart so dark Like my t shirt was tented
Put ya boo In givenchy
I put amiri all over her titties
Hunnids blue pink fifties
New boo Wih sum

with my gun
Bum Bum Bum
With a drum
Bum Bum Bum
With a drum
Bum Bum Bum

Imma shoot 50 rounds
And pray that you're ok
Imma take all my cum
And paint it

miss
And why you taking it slow gotta go faster
For it to work and mess up what you do after
Every summer gets by like it's running man
All these cups my

In the hood pushin' weight
The man with the plan
Fifty round drums on you bums, get it right
It's Big Dip on these bitches
Dumpin' slugs every night

ball like a Piston
These niggas ain't listen, I told 'em
I'm winnin'
Check by the seek, see three different
Bitches, they sniffin' that coco
It's white

Olympus Himalayas Vesuvius KTwo
Everest Makalu Manalsu Annapurna
Man to sum it up there's no summit I can't run up

Yo I'm no alpinist but I climbed

come to be
Was it force or was it greed
Like the gods of ancient greece
Was it really that easy
We're my ancestors that weak
Or possessed by fame
They

Halen
New chain paralyzed by how much that shit weighing
New car finna Whip It like Devo
Wallet getting bigger six figures big hero
Lost in the sauce they

of navigating through that dark maze
On your own
You're far from home
Though you swear you'll make it
But deep inside you're paralyzed
By the fear of changing

we go
White lights on me through the night
Wish I could see it third person from outside

Let me go
I'm better off all by myself
The worlds against

-Inna Q50 moving fast
Its like 2 something on the dash
There go my opp he running fast
If I got that Glock he won’t last
Ex btch had to leave her in

Nigga with a knife bitch die 

No lie 

I got pride ha ha

Laugh it away to the bank  50,000 in the bank 

I’m Sippin this drank I can’t think 

All my

I just copped two Rolex cause it's two time past my time to blow
Trapped out down by Foley when I came up out a level four

Say they want me dead

Putting your phone dnd

I don’t know who’s you
Only one it’s just a coupe
Red just like tomato soup
By myself don’t need a group

What is the smell in

Im tryna get witty
Riding thru the city and its litty The hoes thirsty and they wanna Lick me
Im feeling like im fifty
Bulletproof to ya problems
But