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gone put me on Coachella at the end
I don't text these hoes you be sending messages to them
Bitches always hoes yall can never ever be my friends
Never

theyre hiring at cinnabon
You dont own a porsche nigga thats just a rental car
You dont own no blocks bruh that you pay your taxes on

Demons coming to my

spread my own wings
Anyway he hit my line
Left a message you could hit me when you get some time
I confess I been stressin'
I could use some conversation

protect it
No, you can't go through my phone
You be like Dallas and Houston
All in my texts
Callin' and message
Puttin' everyone you cross in a section

dissing on a nigga huh?
I was your soldier, how the fuck you play me like a bum?
On my birthday, caught you texting other niggas bae
Deleting message

was makin threats I wasn't gettin the message
Under survielance serving a undercover the preface
It was no hand to hand and no dope in my possession

stop(Ayee)
I won't ever stop, man, I'm just like my old man
The way I was slanging that rock

The block, I had it on lock
They told me to chill, to go fuck

lyrics that's on the CD
And when you spin the block, you can put this track on the repeat

Death before dishonor, I'm hoping that they don't see me
Say

the town, I'm runnin
The block, I'm wonderin' why they all just shot my Brother, oh, I need to go ahead and
Run around, I need to go ahead and tell the cop,

one take
Spin your block once now it's wrapped in yellow tape
Already 5 feet deep 1 more a grave
Only thing that I am spittin is heat right to the day

fuckin' leverage

Back to the block, I'm wettin' niggas like a beverage
And we don't talk thru phones, we won't read a fuckin' message
And yeah, bitch, im

I'm prepared to be god with this checklist
You squares stick to the block Tetris
I play with fire as a job that's my deathwish
Your giving up your whole

(BLACK LEATHER)
I'm gonna smack the fuck out of you
Like, deadass
Drop some shit
I don't wanna keep coming to the messages
just to hear, like, this one

critics, just typin' up messages
Spin back, tell everyone get low, wavin' my stick like a wand, cast a spell on these niggas
Ain't no seein' my face when I'm

they spray out the bullet proof mini van
Catch you on the block niggas spinning just like a ceiling fan
Million dollar vision I ain't forget what

to patient, I pray to God to block the messages comin' from satin'
I complain all the time because I'm constantly waitin', I still cannot process my mind over

Thank God for another day 
Don’t trip like Ella Mai 
Stay tight like DNA
 
I see friends from the same block clouting 
Yeah, they want clout, clout

out of ideas
My writer's block insurmounted
The track you're currently hearing is coming from desperation
I'm on the way back from wedding
A good

Mark, can you even hear yourself speaking
And you cannot even send a proper birthday wish message to me
Instead, you talking about coming down here

of thistledown

Coated walrus blocks the way
The carpenter sends him away

Golden flower fields of song
Puffs of smoke run highly long

Purple cat with scheming

a twenty band loaf I got her ******
And she know I'm a psycho she say that she like it
Amazing to the blind all my diamonds tie dye
And when im on the block

arms
Yea, message the same, even though it's said in many different, ways
Christ paid, the ultimate price, when He died, on that day
Yea, this is

believed in me or not
Fuck if I got writers block
I'll sit down here and jot
Everything thats on my mind
Time is money so I'm always on my grind
Even if it

level headed, no geeked up

Leveled up to the boardroom, left behind all that street stuff
Hanging around on the block late, club scene, you ain't seen us