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just wanna fight someone come try me
Imma kick down yo door I ain't playing Karate
I know I'm immortal nobody can stop me
I'm so tired if these snakes

Walk in the room it's all eyes on me 
Murmurs in the crowd like "who is he" 
You don't recognize the bearded freak 
The C-R-Y Mr. Ass squeezy 
It's

these tendencies, mad game customers stay paying my fees
Nothing wrong with me what's wrong with you
Come get with the real crew, hammer and a screw
Your

the pastor on my payroll
He don't move unless i say so
Herd the sheep but keep it spatial
K.i.d that is me
I been living in the dark and its so lovely
I been

Man her booty hella fat with it
Chiropractic with your bitch she told me break her back with it
If this nigga talking bout some beef then I'm

they all say
But look at me, I'm a top dog, I'm on top shelf, you're a knockoff
I eat hot dogs watch you pop off, it's only gay if your socks are off

We

Eatin' donuts watchin' time slowly heal my all wrongs
Socks and body wash from Gram at Christmas
Didn't like it then, but now I know one day I'll miss it

you don't really know my pores
You ain't never seen my heart only ever known my flaws
You ain't never seen me cry only ever shown my strong
Niggas never

cause I keep it on lock
Can't nobody touch me like I'm 6ix9ine on O'Block
Talking shit with my OGs wad of cash in my socks
Doing lame shit, that's a no-no

hoe, i'm finer than my hoe
Higher season stylin' on my hoe and all
That, you feel me, nigga? So, goddamn
Niggas already what it is
Goddamn, feel like

hands and show them niggas that you ain't weak
You gotta take yo ass whoopin' wit no plan to retreat
You gotta sock that nigga out and put his head by

dickriding 
You ain't 100 you ah bitch show me you about it
I don't entertain that cause I'm really sliding Paper work black & white kooda b got it 
On count

droppin' my four, then I'm droppin' ya shit like
I'm with gang so you know we move hot (Uh-huh)
Got that glock it fit right in my sock
Talk on my dead you

grape wine 

Back in the days before I used to ride bass lines 

Bomb in my sock

22 by my waist side 

I'm on the block on county line

Try and take mine

Playboy 2

Lloyd Banks

Rotten Apple [Clean]

2006

it I'm a cop it on the spot, why not?
These haters still won't give me my props, I'm shocked

I do it for the concrete, the curb, the block
All I got

c'mon)
Boss OK ready to shoot
123 papapaaaa
Move away chachacha
It's dangerous and outrageous
See demons and I kill them all
Put my mic and I fuck this

got yours
Every nigga round me
Put up high scores
You gotta check the stats 
Like fox sports
See we all ball together 
When we all come together 
That's

It’s who I am and what I do 
Watch that mouth for you fall unconscious 
Ain’t no need for all that nonsense 
Tellin me that your states so great 
But you

No Guest List

Def Squad

El Niño

1998

wit no socks
Parking space killer stay out my lot
You hear my voice, you see my face, you know my name
I take it out your ass and charge it to the game

I'm in the kitchen, itching
Your love got me fidgeting like a pigeon
Back and forth, mind control 
Ritalin, tired stories told
Riveting tales

the middle
Mama started yellin' at me sayin' I'm adopted
Don't know why the fuck she mad it's what he would've wanted
Now whenever I see people I'm like (Ooh)

Rufus Buck
Pistol by the waist
Coach city sole runners
With the matching socks
Walking down the path of greatness
Now I'm in the house
Like bruh man fifth

me
Real life rides with the demons
Sock it in the face so it dies on the streets
Made like 40 in the booth (Ay)
Made like 40 in the booth (Ay)
Made my

ass Drop like cash
Cause you can make it All off of me
Im Of a Bee tryna come Down of a high that Won't last

Baby girl im here doe
Come and get these