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make it to the top
And get this shit
I been
Goin' for a while now
Autopilot
Man I hope that I don't go down
I been
Tryina' live my life now
But I'm lost

no I don’t smoke no shit
Gyal keep ringing on the line for dick
Opps keep talking shit, wack out the ting and flip
Bro dun dash, yo bro, he straight up

Coming in quick never lack on drip
Surrounded by all the savages
Trying hard to be pacifist
I don't really wanna pass a fist
Sometimes I smoke for

what it is I'll split ya wig
I don't like pork so I don't talk to pigs
Im what you wanna be
We gotta keep it a G
Heard you smoke mid you must be sick

ass and leave your ass up in the alley
She smoke with me cause this gas is straight from Cali
Yes, I'm straight from the valley
I'm fucking these

smoke 
But he scared to come and breath on me (Pussy)
Lil nigga i aint lackin 
You know i keep it on me (Know i keep it on me)
Glock kinda small 
But it

It's  fucked up everyday I gotta tote my pole
But it's a jungle out here gotta protect my life
RIP Pop Smoke you know the woo keep going 
As long

don't let drama slide
Make yo mama cry fuck yo bm front yo daughter eyes
Nigga think I'm lien set a demo if he wanna try
This glock gone drop 50 by

I'll pull up round 3AM
Did it once, do it again

I'll pull up round 3am
All this money gotta spend it
20s, 50s and the Bengies
Can't take it with me

Bitches wanna get to know me but I’m right here by my lonely
So I’m ballin like I’m Kobe tryina get the money flowin
Ya these niggas must be jokin

there’s fearing me
Im the last one you wanna goto war with
You better join the team I’m the one to smoke and pour wit
They label me a poet cuz the topic

20's, 50's, 100's Rob Who?
You ain't taking shit from me
Really in the street thuggin
Really outchea clutchin
You ain't talking about no money 
Nigga you

hunnids till they tree high 

I roll with some killers 
You don't want no smoke with these guys 
Raised by gurillas 
Body's dropping when we swing round

(Huh, yeah), in my bag right now and I'm chillin' (bitch)

Roll, roll it up, smoke it up .45
Cartier frames, got four eyes (four)
Tie a hunnid bands

difference
And If you gonna fuck with this business lets make a killing
But keep your glizzy on you them lil niggas still drilling
Now ain't no picking

Would 
You 
Come
And
Visit my grave

Down in the soil
I'm withered away
After my wave

Would you come over and chill by the tomb
This is my room

3am
All this money gotta spend it
20s, 50s and the Bengies
Can’t take it with me when it’s finished
And you can’t come around my ends
Cuz my niggas

the smoke blow 
Incents drown the stick that I'm holding
Too playa and she can't resist
My approach like a narcissist 
Think I'm hot tryna 
Spark some shit

handled by the whole clique
Double damage make you leave the planet
Put the whole world in a panic
Pussy wet I’m seeing ships, titanic
Make her mine wanna

two!

Ooh, deep-fried robot!

Bender:
Just tell me why!

Robot Devil:
Just read this fifty-five page warrant.

Bender:
There must be robots worse than I!

intentions 

I barely smoke I just chill and connect 
I don't do drugs with the funny effects

We used to lurk and record at the flats 
I wouldn't tap if

nigga savin you
So we move swift ain't near a nigga savin you
Whippin out sticks like this muhfuckin deadpool
And we leave ya ass in a muhfuckin Deadpool

I got beloved on the beat
If a nigga want smoke
I hotbox
And leave his nugget on the seat
G.L.R really thugging in the streets
Op niggas always

High test coffee, served piping hot
Blackened toast on the stove top
Meat, potatoes, wood smoke rises
Paper plates straight in the fire

Barely made