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you better reconsider
I'm only 21 and my balls is getting bigger
Get ready my n***a
I'm the one that's pulling triggers
Twitter fingers going to always

have too much movement this Glocks a
21 Big chop a mini gun run down like give me sum I need it it jus wanna some
I did that s*** frl die for mine

Yeah going full savage mode no 21

Call me the Zodiac you know imma kill it up, yeah
I got a whip but you know imma clip and I never run, yeah

wouldn't be here
If I believed them back then
My teachers tell me you a loser
Get out my class
You're gonna be dead by 21
Uh back on my real shit
Spitting

murdered and you ain't even got a gun
Oh that's right, my sons white 
So when it comes to the benefit of the doubt, he's alright
A flashback to the 60's,

cussed at
Cursed, slurred, it gets worse
I thought by 16 I'd be dead in a hearse
Taking a nap, pushing Daisy's out of the dirt
Never underestimate,

Her Prada shoes got a mini bag on it
Louis boots, I might just go and just bag this bitch
Ain't no 21, but you know I'm mad savage
Oota calling me

because it's hypocritical, nigga, you got guns
You surrounded by gangsters and killers, all your niggas
Like, the fuck is you talkin' about?
Nigga, talk

Thug Luv

Lil' Kim

La Bella Mafia

2003

Like a gun shot
Twist' is yo' flow cold?
Well I think so
Kim do you got dranks
Crist' by the box
Twist' do you got smokes
Well I got 'dro, now baby

just a song[01:21.32]From the heart it's coming from deep[01:22.92]And I know we've been through a lot[01:24.61]I'm just happy that you didn't

It's just Me jay rock and bro ty young 
We just living cuz we can not die young 
From east side I came from the 91
Where they buy guns and buy guns

wanna chat
You a rat, I put cheese in the trap
Bullets heat up his back, he not running from that
No Thanos, but I'm bout to
It's Sunday service this gun

A mile away,

Aiming from a mile away, can’t lose my target, I’m never putting this gun away, these bad belle people Dey see I’m on another wave,

Put It Down

Cypress Hill

Kottonmouth Kings

2005

high
Be like by bitty bye biddy biddy byebye

Put the blunt down, here's the rundown
Riding sundown slide us out the front
Ill get you high, won't

can preach caine
In numbers and train like somethin you teach
Niggas comin is targeted, my niggas
They vain with guns with range that'll aim
And dump

I'm a Fool

Soulja Slim

The Streets Made Me

2001

only time will tell, but until then I'll be stackin' my mail
by album album sells, Magnolia wear dwells
I love them bricks, I love the ghetto hoes
'cause

Middle Finger U

Sauce Money

Middle Finger U

1999

Bitches, guns and ones, got a right to it
Fuck up against the wall, I send your ass right through it
Tattooed like Mike did it, leave you lightheaded
Swear

me

December 21st 2018
This is the first Can't express what It means 
Remember the first, imagine the scene 
My story told by my music, not a silver

The G-O-A-T, the one who raised me
My friend since i was 10
200! 2003
I’m old as fuck
I was s'pose to be a millionaire by 21
Dumb FUCK SHIT, should’ve sat down

I would rather die than to try to get it all back 
Tell me am I losin, losin 

21, It's my move 
Slow it down when I shoot 
Know  it's all mine

they jump out 
I don't know if I could go through it again by myself 
I already know that the way it 'gon end will be south
If I tried to show you how

thought was on 21 face
Blunts blazed, like mascots
I pull up, I score, they run away
I send back shots, wait pause
Fuck 16 bars, I write 8 balls
Wait, halt

mind
And I'm losing my mind, yeah losing my mind like

Live shows in February
Meeting friends in March
April was songwriting
New album this month
Gave me

By any means necessary 
Real men make money 
Real men make money
Thought life was a joke 
Thats until i turned twenty 
Thats until i turned twenty