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CeoPoet

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Back to back like drizzy
On they dog ass I been smelling like a pound when I walk pass
Bad bitch off of Rosecrans pimp shit we don't hold hands
G shit we don't Romance I been on my grind like a slow dance
Prison get with the program
Smoke a wood with the dope man
Pinky nail for the coke cain
When I shoot boy I don't aim
100 rounds in the clip I just spray shit
Give a f*ck who I hit boy they with you
You was talking all the shit nigga tissue
Put ass on a shirt momma miss you
I just brought all these guns boy I wish you
Would try a nigga fist fights I don be there
My tooth chip for a reason walking out the park with my nose bleeding
Gang shit we don been there and don that where yo money at
Nigga we grown now what's up nigga
I just brought me truck nigga I hear that sneak dissing
Boy you pressing luck nigga
I been broke I ain't going back my daddy use to do crack
Feel like my son love me but his momma attack me
Every time she get chance I should I take this advance
From the label still eating out my momma table fire stick we don't pay for cable
Me and Larry like Cain and Abel I got horse in the fucking stable
They like poet you a fucking a hole i'm mix bone pac and fuckin j cole
Ballin' I'm breaking ankles I don't want none this stank hoes
Nigga if we kick it like Soccer like makes goals
I'm getting bag counting these pesos the nine kept
Jamming so I brought me a drako
Ima balling treat the studio like the staples
Pouring up syrup but this ain't no maple
Feeling like pac when he sign to death row
I'm at these niggas neck like strep throat
They try to take my style you klepto
My J's is retro a couple bad bitches
That's gon f*ck when I say so
They tell me I can rap no egg roll
I walk into the bank and they calling me edward
Section 8 baby tryna build up my net worth
5 chains on my neck figure out what my neck worth
Insurance on my body I'm a ride in the best Hearst
Buy another gun nah buy me a vest first
Jumping on the track I can body yo best verse
Ain't nobody fucking with me on god
I'm close to the goat like Ahmad rashad
And I'm ready for the beef like a shish kebab
Kiss you bitch goodbye cause she going with us
Nigga I been the shit I'm just waiting flush
I been on my grind you probably smelling my Must
I'm getting head from bitches you probably dreaming to f*ck
I just double cup that's 200 an up
Pouring Sprite in this bitch we don't drink 7up
Backwood full of Runts I ain't been broke in months
I got mines off the grind you got yours off the front
I don't mean to be blunt but it's time to be honest
Yeah it's f*ck y'all niggas I ain't using a condom
I can't find'em this nigga not balling like bynum
I freestyle I use to write words in a binder
Drip in designer I use to sell crack as minor
You'll never be the goat you just fucking Hell minor
Don't put my gas in grinder we steal yo bitch come and finder her
I got all my niggas eating like I brought me a diner
You nigga lazy recliner I'm Deion when he played for the niners
Cooking the track I just put it in a timer
My ex was bad my new bitch is finer
Drip in designer more gold then a minor
Big rounds ferris wheel this is heavy steel
One shot a flip a mother fuckin ocean wheel
They got my name on a bullet and a open cell
So I'm rocking this vest and got money for bail
I shot it if I sold it I will never tell if I do it by myself
Then I can never fail getting to the bag cashapp or zell
Pay pal or even google pay (A nigga run me that bag)
I got BMI money that I don't even touch probably give it
To me BM tell her shit the f*ck up
1200 on a new puppy label mad cause they can't f*ck me
I'm independent like Nip taught me
Boy I'm up like I drink coffee but it's syrup in my cup I be feeling saucy
Big gun big shot call the shit Chauncey and I ain't done with
Hoes til I f*ck Ashanti (Yeah) f*ck 12 f*ck 12 that's on George floyd
I'm bout to go and buy some guns for my homeboys
Cause the police want war yeah they want war i ain't Dowling 911
I got my own gun I don't trust law I don't trust the law
I'm screaming f*ck'em all yeah f*ck'em spend a couple
Grand when I hit the mall still in the trap tryna get off
Trump killa a rich nigga coming from a Field nigga now I know
They feel nigga look how they kill niggas in broad daylight but
Shoot back nigga cause i ain't got stage freight
F*ck 12 Rest In Peace George floyd

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