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It's either that I say too much
Or not enough
Like really what's the point of this?
I'm sick of love
Loading up the hollow points, got shooters touch

and designer clothes
Dimes dubs half's and wholes
Got me loading mac ten's and calico's
On point yeah I stay on my toes
And I got that good shit that you put up

so it's hard to notice Spitting some fire they swarming like locusts
Loading hollow points inside a revolver Pussy shoulda known this beef wasn't over

creepers
Don’t come for my friends, it’s gon end like Goku v Frieza
Loading
New world, loading
New world, loading
New world, loading
New world, loading
New

I wanna heal but it's hard
When these scars exist
I want no part of this, loading up cartridges
Point to the hole in my chest
Where the heart would

Loading up the choppa
Hang around them heavy hittas and they loading up the choppa
Hang around them heavy hittas and they loading up the choppa
Hang

a joke, laugh about my wasted fortune
bounce bacc pay some more killers, for petty shit that's not important

case n point when they loading up, i offer

Smith-Wesson I be loading up the barrel, point it at the thing that I see in the mirror
I got so sick of red eyes off a 'rillo, my mindset on penthouse level

with me

My voice stifled
I'm loading up my rifle
Point it at the haters
Then they regret being rivals
They feel entitled
They views seem like
They ain't

Shxt they all dead
Everybody got skeletons in they closet
Here’s some skull heads
My brova know ima shooting
Caught me loading up them jarheads
Hollow

target practice
I told you I'm not waiting
I'll aim for the road
I'm loading my arrows today
Fifty points if you're dead
I'm gonna hear what you've got

up the .9
Loading the clip one last time
Point it to my mind with pride to end criminal disguise
Tonight, the stars align
And I'd rather just die
I say

Nigga, when I say move you
Better get out my way
'For you have me in my hoopty, loading my AK
Nigga move when the chopper spray
Cause these shells

passer le pas
Braver des montagnes et graver le marbre
Le passé me parle je vais m’encrasser le crâne
Au point mort je me démarre
Pourquoi ces morts me

I refuse just to die young

Speeding on the road like a race car ehh
It Wasn't easy where i come from
Loading hard on em pockets while i thank God

bitch
Only day ones around me
If you see a leech point 'em out (point 'em out)
point 'em out (point 'em out), LEECH
Put 'em out (put 'em out), before

I just pay what its worth
Shit I put in the work
Apologize if it hurts
But my life is a curse
Loading the Glock poppin it
Shawty pop lock dropping it

still here
Cause plenty nights I wanted to die
I'm rolling up this three point five, cause plenty nights I lost my mind
All them times that I stayed up,

loading them heaters
All the intrusion all of that noise
All out the speakers
Niggas be walking bet they be stalking
All with dem seekers
Looking for street

Loading up a coco puff I think I gave my nose enough
Ain't showing out or showing up but fuck around and show what's up
Lil Nola nigga figure he gon

Views that I have
Loading screens are things of the past
So I'll point out how I'm trapped and sad
Wasting money on beats that I can't
Preform on
Life

Running out of time and looking
At our precious void
Looking back and find
Some lines to remake our point

Quoting, glowing, dreaming, Frightening

Simple

Katy Perry

The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants [Original Soundtrack]

2005

were just so simple
(don't know what you were thinking)
But the point's been missed
You've made a mess
Who would have guessed
That it's as simple as it

Git Up, Git Out

OutKast

Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik

1994

quick, in my slick
'84 Se-dan DeVille, steady bouncing
Out the Point to Campbellton Road
The valley of the Southside flow
Everybody know about that