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street sweepers that clean up nice
I can help if he tryna move on
I can help if he tryna move
I told my mates I bagged this bad lil jawn now I just wanna

trappin out the cut
Hatters turn me down
Nigga ion give a fuck

Was good

Young Haf Blak niggas
Ridin through the hood
Have baby by me
Lil mama lookin good

home in a ambulance
I should be MPV basketball, by the way I handle shit
Refer my problems to football (TJ WATTS)
By the way I tackle shit
Your bitch

da dead
I hid racks under my bed
I'm da Bricc that hit Debo by Craig
(Go ask em)
I can't even hear what u said
I'm too busy pourin up meds
Somebody

the laos
because thats what I am and papers what Im about
dont be fooled by the looks because looks can kill
if they really knew who i was they would be

somethin' found out how to make a way
My lil' wassaname keep smilin' trap been jumpin' all day
A trillion ways to get paid I make the most when I'm on stage
I

I'll be grilling franks
My feet feet up
Sitting by the lawn with a lemonade
Don't send shade
And we don't respond unless we getting paid
I'm blending

'til the day that I fall (huh)
Down in the 'Bama, that's where I stay (uh-huh)
Ain't signed no deal, still get paid (nah)
Hoes be bussin', they still

his bond then pay that bail
Cause Bitch i love my snakes for real
Come on lil bro don't take that pill
It's Nowadays get paid to chill
Swerving on that

hold it down, be
the best that I'd every be
So claimed to be
my friends, they ain't know me before the beat
Back when I just the lil' homie across

It’s getting closer each time, to the line 
 The line that few ever cross, for a loss 
 By the way I feel I know that day is due 
 When every thought

imma get paid 
And I’m saying it’s tragic cuz im tryna take all my niggas in private 
And some them ride on the train 
I’m in the pocket like change

drippin' down my face
Fuck minimum wage
Trade your life just to get paid
We manipulated slaves
Sweat drippin' down my face

on the stage that's energy 
Close your eyes and rock me 
In my shoes just walk with me 
Way back, them 90's days 
Way back on 17th bay 
Lil nig with the braids

the city by the beach
Don't be thinking shit sweet

It get deep in the streets
Money deep up in my jeans

Shooting 3's
You just see me from the seats

I'ma

And we back
Said i'm so
Grateful
Yea
Yea
Got a lot to say, with just a lil time yea
In a ReMission state of mind
Back to the drawing board,

for no pay
I don't waste smoke on my grind busy trying to paid
Pop up on the scene and pull a bad bitch out of the scene
I took your bitch

I smoke this

insane

Just like a pistol I'll keep u by my side wit me
If u say u love me is you gon really ride wit me (Ride wit me)
You my secret weapon gotta keep you

Writing 16’s
Like this shit here for my health
Spent nights in the basement
Tryna accumulate a lil wealth
Member back when i was 16
Niggas tried

me up
Driving by Like I was average I just ain’t have no whip
Now I’m on my road runner bitch I’m gone with the wind
Fuck a coyote
None these bitches

ever fit in my shoes
Yeah its lonely at the top but I don't ever make excuses
Yeah you took my love for granted took my heart and then you used it
Asked

a vet diamonds on the neck
I want Richard Mille nigga fuck a Patek 
Lil bro slobbing he off a 4 or wack
Ooops I mean wock use to have dope in my socks

fruit loop
Bitches wanna holla
For a dolla'
Told her make a move
Gangstas don't dance
I'm a fool with this rap shit
Hated by a lot
Lips needs a lil

I took my struggle n I turned it to a bag
To a bag
When I copped da charger these hoes thought I rented dat
Rented dat
Now Every clip done been