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just lack in competence
Drownin' in my artifice, workin' on my opulence
We used to be optimists, now we just some opposites
Strivin' for that big stage,

See I don't traffic drugs
But I'm packing snubs
Gettin' paper by any means we stack it up
So we don't leave no paper trail homie no tracking mud
We

finding ways to look like someone else
Life is rushin' by
And my pulse is gettin' high
Asking everyone around me if they think they're gonna die
Yeah, I'm

face
Run your mouth
Then there won't be no case

Fuck my life
Got me itching for some homicide
Hellhound militia
All my brothers fucking ride or die

fettish
Of gettin even with a couple
Dudes, the pain will make em get it
Quarters
Abu ghraib
Into torture
X from the era of terror
Water board ya
Orders

Boy you ain’t talkin’ bout nothin’

So watch how you talkin’ to me
I’m comin’ different, they comin’ correct
I got some problems they all in my head

gettin’ paid
I’m with a girl and I’m havin’ my way
By the end of the day go MIA
Now she all in my phone like the CIA

(HOOK)
Bitch I ball like MVP
That’s

muhfucking gun
My nigga real shit
I ain't lyin'
I'll put some bread on a nigga head
Cause man, I know you niggas is racks
You niggas is starvin real niggas

Griselda, by Fashion Rebels yeah
Uh huh yeah
Spooky shit, nigga
Way too spooky, nigga, look

Hard work instead of talent
But I work harder than

wrapped in a
Old rug gettin' disposed of
I rock the designer shit that the hoes love
My shooters doin' drive-bys
Playin' Rosebudd's
They ain't wear no

me but I might detach
Yeah for now I got some random
In my passenger seat
But no one can replace how I feel about you
Red i know people out there

makin' trick breaker

Should've been in college
Chose to be a shaker 'doe
Gettin' you some knowledge
Now your knees to the floor
Run with freaky deaks,

him
You said you got cash, oh, that's facts, huh
Let me see you, ayy, go 'head, stack some

I been geeked all day, I can't see nothing
They look up

the bread
Sheek, Zeke, Hell Rell
And I got some in the Feds
I contradict what ever the government says
For them boys on my back wit
Them bugs by my bed
They

hoe
I just be chasing the dough
I put that on my crew
Fuck any model bitches by the twos
I dropped a band on my designer shoes
Getting some head from

movin forward on my own
I'm gettin crazy thoughts up in my head
Cuz I've been smokin on that strong
Man I've been smokin all night long
Man deep inside I

the money bruh
Don't be salty just go get ya commas up
That's apostrophe probably over ya head like a halo
Baby orange whip it's sweeter than Faygo
I know

And no, you ain't give me no choice
By force, I am giving my voice
(Falling)
Meh back with no fear
(Fading)
And that's why dem scared
(Down, down, down
Down

school jams, gettin' the mood right
The bone or spade game
Ice keepin' the DJ
Cup full of Courvoisier
Play on playa, that's the aim
There ain't no replay

all up to you and if you do your part
Don't go too crazy or you might lose ya head
Don't be too lax or you might feel the dread
There's the ups

it's been gettin' hard to focus
Drive me mad sometimes; homies sayin' I should go fish
But she gon' ride, n' she been by my side
And when you hit that

old school jams, gettin' the mood right
The bone or spade game
Ice keepin the DJ
Cup full of Courvoisier
Play on playa, that's the aim
There ain't no

to feel the mountain
Killin' me to get around him
Please
My freakin' head is pounding
Leaving salt across the door
I leap across the ouija board
And leave

flagrant we foul out
Nigga fuck is you talm bout
Fuck you talm bout
You niggas aint gettin no paper that shit runnin in place
New FN so sexy i pimp the bitch