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Tommy Tek Da Underboss I got family wid me 
To my 0.T gunners my killys my Younger’s 

From home in Tokky to all da way back up by da Humber 
Till we

to make"
What the fuck is you bitching for ? in one week I done took you on two dates
On Tuesday night we hit Eddie V's, Calamari on both our plates
And just

from jammin' Eddie Van Halen
When I drive I picture you by my side
While I'm blaring Unchained going 80 in your ride
I think I'll be fine but I can spot

niggas I slide by myself cause these niggas be punked out by guns, they be shooken
Yea I took the wrong bitch to Ruth Chris yea I guess I mistaken
Yea

make it to heaven when I up this b**** an let it squeeze 

Everyday Ruth Chris Eddie v’s 
Brought up by shooters can’t rerock the pedigree 
Pull up with

then I had to wait to see the proof
With all these champagne passing
Eddie V's having Ruth Chris grabbing
131 I'm still active
Take it off the ford

Don’t be ashamed, my saint
Match made in hell on the socials
You ain’t seen me since the posters
Posers begging you to return like Red Rover
Tuck ya in

and hypnotic
I was Eddie Murphy i had pussy fallin out my pocket
Watch your step thats mine 
Oh yeah thats mine
Wasnt you listening bitch i guess ill tell you

"Some will suck your time
And, some will target funds"
And, others could be deemed so
For their absence of reflection
Stepfather remarked
That dogs

from breathing today
Don't have no  food 
And they swimming on me 
Out in the ocean 
Away from the bay 
I have drifted a long far away 
I write with

stitched together by a surgeon in a suture
When there's not a rib-eye in sight for their delectable feast

I tried to freehand the abstract onto a canvas

Stuck in a fucking cage
I never been the fuck afraid
When it come to me
If it ain't my reflection I ain't scared
Of what's in front of me
For the record,

ahead the curve
You still calling me your brother, I call you a lesson learned
That's on lucki, that's on bro
Stay one hunnid, on the code
You could be

to me that shit ever again
I do this shit seriously, never pretend, the only time I'll get murdered on a track is if
Somebody pushed me in front

'bout?
Learn a thing or two

Ayo, this job takes some late nights
Stuck in seclusion suffering delusion
I'm stuck inside of the music
They confused by my

call it in the hood
Well look man I was talking to my boy Johnny
My boy Johnny, he told me he said
Niggas is hatin on you man.
And you know what I told

Blow Up

Hollow Tip

Flawless

1998

Sacramento green
Leave as we sweep down your street in something clean
On a mission pimpin, flippin up chips to make a livin
Concentrate on millions, and sick