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on a capital hitlist
I tell em niggas come get me
The Marathon must Continue, my nigga that's word to NIPSEY
I keep on tellin you bitches that I done made that

myself I can't be held down by no setbacks 
Tell my hommies that my hobby's flipping big batches 
Turn my skeptics into zombies with some neck scratches

I was on the grind, I was working for you
Shawty I was down, I had to something to prove
Fuck em other niggas, they won't take care of you
Goldlinks

I watched you sink down
& drown in this abyss
Now I wonder
Can you still feel how much you're missed
Cause I've been thinking 'bout it often
You know

Praying on my downfall
I don't think God hearing you
Blinded by the jealousy
Let's see it with a clearer view
They don't know the lingo so
They don't

need a century to take em serious
Like a
Like a whole 100 years dog
Ya know
See me Ima wait til I turn a 100 to marry me a starlet and that's word to Ana

face blue
These lil' niggas need to stop it
Tell that lil' boy he better stay in school
Got yo bitch in my DMs
His bitch begging me to come through
Finna

Yeah, time to show some appreciation to Don Jazzy for this one,
I go by the name of Milkshayke,
I should have done this for the 2k but it came rather

Tell mami lemme get a plate of griot
Address it to the hottest young nigga in the 3-0-5
You aint gotta say you fell off nigga we know
Elected in

And she can roll weed
It ain't in my lungs if it ain't og
And I pray that a motherfucker try to play me
So I tell em like

Reps up better put your reps up

to J. Smoke him out, tell them how, no more nachts in LA

See this lil boy been classified as white nigga
“White nigga? Don’t you know you gotta try

shooters on Evans, cross 'em out, better call a reverend
If he with me then he steppin', ain't no need to second guess it
Play the block that's bro

quarantine, it's just my quarter-life crisis
First my job, then I lost my grandpa to the virus
Never thought a funeral could get any more lifeless
Yell cut

Cannot Phase Me Well Have Them Pussy Boys Pushing Daises 
Yea, I Do Not Share My Hoes I Do Not Share My Clothes Tell These Niggas
I Do Not Share My Flows I

turn the song down next time it gone playback
Yes she really said that, If you wanna play this game
Well two can play that (Cracker) (Cracker)

This song

I'm writing all these songs
And making them as fast as I can
I got me a real family
I don't need no other clan
Greensboro turn me up
Tell em' Drippyy is

I don't want no pizza
I just want a piece of
Pie
Head to the sky
Hood real high
Over my eyes
In and out style got em all like "why"
I don't know

Check it out
Baby kill the lights, yeah
Said, "Turn 'em down low"
'Cause every time I see you
Your face is glowing

She worth her weight in gold

praying on the summer solstice
Family turn they back they will sell you out for plenty token
So I'm plenty focused
Break it down you'll see that heaven

you think we do this shii it ain't just the grind
Ama change the freaking story then I tell you bye
Wipe your eye you don't wanna let them see you cry

at life
But you missed it
Somebody let 'em know
what's really going on
He say that he strong
But he ain't though
He's in the middle of a war
He turns into

just tell em nope
you didnt get a new nintendo, we were welfare broke

White Trash Cracker Motherfucker
Don't you know that I'm a 
White Trash Cracker

all the pipe
I ain't really tryna play fair
If my choppa bussin I ain't shooting in the air
Hell nah bitch I'll be aimin at your hair
Tell a pussy boy

For the love of money
Niggas will sell they soul
Rob a nigga for the whole kilo
Tell me what would you do?
For the love of money
Boy you better watch yo