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and I got released 

I took it trial because I believed…

My brother got killed by police 



Band gang stain gang ho !



We never blessing the beef

The Bluegrass Widow

Robert Earl Keen, Jr.

The Live Album

1988

Boys, which was a bluegrass band I was in in College Station, Texas. 
We were a little four piece band, we played weddings and parties and out

brother peace to my enemies
Fuck all them punk bitches that wanna limit me
I know they all scared because none of them near me

My value is verified by

IB On The Bet

I came from nothing now to something
Me and my brother rocking Versace
60 bands nigga we popping
Full counter nigga they bouncing
Weed

it's going down
It's going down it's going down
Like blue band by zero
Zero by zero is around

Sugar we ni supergirl
My number one
Blue band bye bye zero

smoking that za and its bands in this stash yea
Making money make it fast yea

Scared money don't make money
That's what my dad told me
I want to ride with

You making me cum
Don't want no money
I don't wanna prize
All that I'm thinking
It's all on my mind
Let me on top
I wanna ride
Feeling you wiggle

brother, yea!

I fell in love with the mota, aye (uh, yea)
Bitch sniffing on the coca, aye (yea, yea)
Foreign whips, ride in foreign whips
(uh, yea) foreign

gotta hear me out
I just bought a quarter pound, nigga, I had to carry out

Spent a hell of bands, you don't even got a band out
He was talking, that's

thicker than loyalty
Ima ride for you if you ride me
Imma take your life if you come for me
You can keep your love, gimme loyalty
If I call you my brother

handling business I'll be back by the crack of dawn
Don't tell me you gone ride prove it to me baby
Take the 9 on my lap buss it it ain't no safety
He know

Until the end of time you gotta ride
If I call you my little brother then you gotta slide
Don’t give a fuck we gon stick up and might catch homicides

dollars cause still homie strapped up
Now I am countin bands I am young wit out back up
Dropped my pocket rack and ride wit a phantom
We smoke all cloud

to the cheese
I ain't never been a rat, but I really let it cheese
So my brother, they on top of the papers
He tried to send me on the road, but I really beat

Hot Steppa

Steel Banglez

Hot Steppa

2018

was in the trap not school
I was in the trap not school (Getting money)

True I think dem bands look cool (Ay)
I stay around da brothers that be

Playa Like Me and Yo

Twista, Do or Die

Sex, Money, and Drugs

2010

smooth not reckless 

Swing it high and ride from 'Side to Texas 

Give the game up since I came up 

Blew my name up  check out the rhythm 

make them

Big 4-5 when it hit, it got kick back
Heard he got work be then we coming to get that
Rapping me up boy I'm not with the chit chat
Posting 10 band's

This ones for them niggas that done told on me
All the ones I thought was riding but they rode on me
I just went and got my bands up
Ever did me

I smoke like the caterpillar
In the Wonderland i load the bowl and I snap
It quicker than rubber bands
Stacking chips up
Making hit's without a bat

Let's go
Let's go
Ayy
Curry by 30 I'm the goat
Let's go
Ayy
Everywhere I ride they slide
My brothers they my rock they roll
Anywhere I go they go
I

but my tears won’t go
Told me you was down to ride but switched over a hoe
I stuck by your side even when my feels ain’t show
I was the brother in your

cookie
The hustle is real Will & Jada Smith Level
Easy to see even by the Daredevil
She Loving Da Way that I'm Counting Dem Bands
I Keep It 100 and thats

Imma keep it one hunna in front of gz
Now running them bands no night no sleep
Coming from the bottom tryna make a living
Suddenly got into that gang

what they get.
Knots in my stomach, nauseated feeling sick
Took 35 bands, 10 bricks, & caught a lick
I just got robbed by a Nigga I'm fuckin with
SHIT!