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a chopper, got it tucked under the seat
Sufferin' broad day, it's gettin' better by the week
OffandOut on the beat, transitions feelin' deep Lovin'

to do a lil cookout
Mah sidekick gittin' hungry n drowsy, eye whites are red n veiny already burnt out
Das why usually I fly solo, don't need nobody

Life's a fucking joke, am gonna pimpin' till I fall
Got choked by the smoke, broken by a heart stroke
Couple words about myself, though I'm still

the whip no mileage
Call me on money replying
How come the opps keep dying
Regardless- that's a pack that I'm buying
Street like a kitchen, chopping

While I take a sip of Scotch yeah
Top down on da nawf
Black suit Don Mafia
I go get faded and I hit the streets with my shorty
She nastier than all my

my bills, now I got bills on my feet,
Waved a magic wand ahh it’s wonderful I touched hundred G’s,
Chopped down boxes Kung fu on the streets man I'm

heavily  
Cito a genius 
The realness 
I mean it 
Faced by a life of challenge  
Momma raised through a time of havoc
She ain't have it
I got to da deal,

perfect passion
Passed the points of pens
This was all cause
A nigga had to circumvent
Pictures brought up
By people that can't see the end
Reached

With betty by my side
Yeah we rolling through the night
Keeping it real tight
Fighting a real fight
Ended the rats
With the facts an a real price
I'm

Pop
Pop
Pop goes the weasel
Pop
Pop
Pop goes the weasel
He a big problem
You see da kid shinin
Shawty said rich how yo blick get a switch on it
Hey now

to feel effects of stardom
Plus I drank last night my head is throbbing
Watch out for my tape cuz soon it's dropping
Three years down the road I'm yachting

a fuck yeah
I keep it real bitch I'm protected
And I show my ass for all da times I felt neglected
I jus say what need be said I hope you
Felt it
You

full of yellow tapes
I killed it really
Way I'm flexing in my music
Had them bitches getting jiggy
Why he talking down on me
That boy a bitch el wad da

I remember times at my nanie house
Pot cooking on the cooker food never running out
Hand me downs from my uncle he got bars too
But didn't hand me

gotta make a nigga move/gotta pick a side gotta tell a nigga choose/if u in the streets gotta play by the rules everybody wanna win ain’t nobody trynna

Aait
It's the Don Of Da Bizness
Y'all know I had to get an infamous lyricist into this
None of that frivolous, spiritless inauspiciousness
It's

do 4
This one 4 the streets
I’m number one on the beats
Super low key and discreet
Og on my feet
Og by the oz
I’m Rollie pollie
Remember ridin in

the goat I just made a sale by the by da Sunoco 


I’m just tryna move ford  like a mustang 

So many nights I thought about robbin’ a tunk game

He showed

It’s up!! aaiiight , im ready babyboy come jam wit a outlaw lul ma hop straight out the shower , without flaw. 
He don’t live by the code don’t know

by eight  being whipped in bondage
I am one of one you should call me highness 
Instead they track us down with the police sirens
Blind us It’s love

through
Wonder who's to blame bro
21 gram snatcha soul
Mmohoh mmohoh

A mug in da hand, sneaks on the feet
400 blocks Byars street
Heard you from Rap Caviar

Never go down, we always gon' grow Just like Lil Uzi, I'm high as a crow
Never been lazy, I'm always on go I walk in the room and she take off her

God is on heat
All ma niggers dey be
Niggers no trustees
Ride for bloodies
To all ma gang on the street
And issa hard battle
I told all ma naggers we

When I touched my first honey bun
Give it back and times ts by three
Uh uh
Uh uh
Come on
Auh auh
Da Menaxe