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my way

Brand new Roley on freeze but da time still tickn'
How you stu on me dnd I burn bridges
Keep a flu on me pockets too much slime it
Baby girl

niggas going 9/30
My young niggas going 9/30 
My young niggas going 9/30 
My young niggas going 9/30 

Yeah Burn1
Bitch you know my money dirty
Slide

burns bright 
Like it never take a rest 
(Neva rest)
Never sleeping on da moolah 
Expect Nuttin less 
(Na)
Bad bitches all day Like a wholesale

enough paper to burn 
Can't wait for a turn

Paid for in cash 
Ain't got the whole 
Less the bank double that
Dank in a uh
Hustlin' spirit 
The boy need

Around here the last blunt is called the finisher
That muthafuckin bombay
That's when you roll those roach back proper
Let it burn slow
And let

a bag of pills 

Can't sleep got drugs for that (Yeah yeah)
you Can't eat got drugs for that (Yeah yeah)
Can't breathe got drugs for that (Yeah yeah)
Now

on the price its called a vicious tax
Bag season
Tag it and leave neimans
Shadowboxing demons and grinding though all seasons
Had to take some L's and bounce

love my trap spot 
Make that thing go wop wop 
Burn it down go  ra ra 
Yea young nigga hot hot 
Bitch get off my joc joc 
I'm frosty like a ice box 
I'm

just got me on my worst behavior
Read the word, from the curb shall emerge a savior
Rejected stone foundation for a better home
Secure the bag but man

your soul, blow it in the wind, bag of dosa
Mommy always kept me on point
Taught me how to drive and she gave me drive fucc a check point
Tell God that I

hungry till I get paid in full
I'm in my bag now my time coming soon
Yeah they mad but they always stay lurking
Only human ain't nobody perfect
Cut me in

To the oceanside
Check in to a Shilo Inn there
A half-mile from the shoreline

But there's a paper bag caught
In the Oregon grape
By the hotel wall, and you're

And know when they plot the plot never last 
And they chase that plot and I chase the bag
Touch one of mine
You get two of yours tagged
Bitch I'm Yung Chosen

holding greatness
A game i play not vacant
Right now I'm pissin greatness
Hold my nuts on a bitch if she ever try to play me
Ok
Cigarette smoke burn my eyes

even Beauty fades with
Time so got no issues if I never bag a centerfold
When you send a message don't forget to Stamp the Envelope
Let the Embers glow,

or decimal
I hopped in my bag hit the dash then I rode off
We was in a race I'm first place cuz I drove off 
We bring out the heat they tellin me to turn

wanna 
Know, na I don't wanna
Know, na I don't wanna

Green street but the streets
Run red, fifty bags stacked
In a bunk bed, Glock stays
Under your

burn away
So much heat on the beat that I’m tired of scorching
Cause my flow retarted like a child disorder
If I need a brick I get a thousand ordered

an oxycontin daze
Find myself don't find myself its life's intended game
I find myself in mirrors more these days

Like a firework I'm good until my fuse burn

on the fantas, Been working on my
Grammar
Get money like the scammas, so my bag look like Santa's (Ching ching)

Got real clientele, buyin everything I sell

fuck her first ( Yeah! )
Ima' live this life right, not going in reverse
Phsachi on on my bag along with your bitches Loui purse 

Blessed, I'm blessed (

at all
I think
You can burn it all
My weed
New convertible
I speed
Lookin for the ball
I'm free
In case you ain't know it my shot is wet
Don't know where

to check
“Yeah bu-“ don’t interrupt me I’m not finished yet
You dropped an album but you’re still not bigger yet
You start up and you burn out just like

in my drink
I will pop you like a bean a shout out to Jim Bean
Chilling with Jim Bean sipping on Jim Bean
Got cash turning hard niggas into beanie bags