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the cheat codes
If vibrations send me
I drive by on winning
Can't see inside, I'm tinting
She in the passenger, venting
Massey, unrelenting
I just found my

Uh (The Coal Cash Collection)
Sada Baby
Mykii J, it's the remix (And that's it)
Ain't this what y'all wanted

I got them so tight they blowin' up my

a huge censor
Give me liberty or give me an L
J. Gamble quick to stomp another liberals bell
Leave the fucking ground riddled with shells
I got bars behind

talking
I don't know what to say
Another trip to hell that I see like everyday
I've been mixing I've been sippin on the weekend
I'd say I'm drunk in love

bout
Your flex young boy
Heard you pull up in
A cheap convoy
Last week I passed
By your house
And I overheard your mom
When she called you bom boy
You

up
If you get in my way, you can get flamed punk
My nephew J.E.R.K. he got the banger tucked
Step to me and it get dangerous, like Private Pile going

by angels
I got my stripes like a Bengal
Ain't too much places I can't go
She loves the fact that I'm hands on
I love her beautiful brown tone
We

by angels
I got my stripes like a Bengal
Ain't too much places I can't go
She loves the fact that I'm hands on
I love her beautiful brown tone
We

Uh, it's that knock right here
Uh, y'all in that mood yet?
You need a subwoof' to play this in the car by the way
Let's go
I'm a be quiet, let

me lovin'
You keep me lovin'
All that you do

All that you do
So chasing after you

Why get by
Your head lights and your sway
Remind me to thank your

bout to work with your bro
So why the hell do your bro not know where you at
By the way you texting back I can tell that you cap

So where you going

bro
Stack ya chips stay on ya grind just be patient bro
And if you ever get that chance you gotta take it
Man you know this life is all bout what you

charmander
Spit a lil game in her ear but no slander
To her man at the crib wishing that she come
Home faster
Passport getting stamped by the season
Just

since John Cotton Tayloe
Nah literally ,ain't no dapping me up give a fuck if we got history
Upping this 40 turn his thoughts to spaghetti whoa
I know I'm

with a bang
I got many opps I ain't saying no names
M B L K C E J
Remember I was selling nic and weed by the stop sign
Always gon' tote so no one gon'

made me
The man i'm not

I lose my family, their dignity
I lose my deram, my identity
I know i'm dying by consuming it
But this an eye opener
For y'all

and blue like bakara, Coco Lee from Bogota I'm smoking on some chocolate, J know I rap a lot

Addicted to the trap, so I trap a lot Trying to build

bitch remind you of Obama house

You can't tell just by my body language, all I dream about is homicide
Lost KeiAngelo and smooth since then, I've been

raised with the Keyways on the L.A. set
Politicking network, but I never let a nigga know my net worth

It's my money and I need it now like J.G. Winter

laces
If I don't make it
I'll probably be out there playing flutes like Andre
For five dollars on a Sunday like I oughta get a job
Maybe I'm not a new M-J

you, I gotta get you wacked
Going out bad as the fuck and that's too sad
Very unreachable, with my cool ass
You wanna be where I'm at I know you mad

feel

High trap baby, born in the 80s
Guess dad was hustling, grandmama she raised me
Mama was a beaution , so we ain't need no assistance though

No it

shit up like a muhfucking' lighter
Like Milwaukee I get to the bigger bucks
Don't try me lil' bro, cause you know that that glizzy tucked
J5 in this

Giving ourselves restrictive rules
Deep inside we know we're fools

It's hard to understand
What makes us who we are
When it all falls into plan
It's