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Could go out vibing by the ocean
We got mud in our cups so that's probably what we toast with, uh (Hi Sage)
And yo brothers got yo back but them hoes

of weather
That bitch talk down, get hit up
I cannot fuck with a phony ass nigga
Yeah, I'm on the top of the world with my hittas', yeah
Run up bitch get done

sending shots out the vet
Got played by a bitch now you acting depressed
And I ain't a ref but I stay with that tec' like Nike I just got a check
Get robbed

best double it broski got the big mac I'm loving it
Bro wanna blast imma tell him have fun
Tell a man wipe that down when your done
You don't know pain

see me
Go straight to the top
But I shoot for the stars
And I aim for the moon
With the pop and the smoke
Make the crowd go (Woo)
Make the haters mad

to risk it all to get ahead
Usually with the G not really social
Top guy look at me my office oval
Every flex I make I hope evokes you and
You gone reap

with logs
Had a Giga Pet, Furby, Yak-Bak
Whole lot of pogs
Heads Up, 7 Up,  level up
Mario lava flow like Bowser
Pac Mac records all they said was wow

a crown, Off with your head
Pull off the top, Patron with them shots
I’m a smooth operator she dig my swag like a hero
Her favorite singer she told me that

cool he surrounded by fleas
Know I’m crying for help but I can’t let you see
Mmm
I’m not blind I’m just kind don’t mistake me for weak
My bitch bad

on a beat with a sentence, death row
Time to get payback, debts owed
Draw for the Mac, Esco
Shipment full of bars, deck loads
Man switch mode for the reload

little by little
Stocks going up, I double then I triple
Since I was young, used to rhyme and scrible
I'm the middle child, Eddie in the middle
Everyone

Pick me that white girl
The one
That rob Whitney
Off white pearls
Please come and get me
Come in my world
But please come gently
Ofifty buck fifty
Fuck

a request
Fuck a drama nigga we blessed
Top gunna when it's recess
Quicker then a V-TEC
Liquor and the weed check
Forgive me Ima sin next
Hated on
By most

with a mac
Need to call up Steve Jobs with the way I be hacking
Cuz suddenly I feel like I'm top of rapping
You don't agree
I'll keep it brief
I drop

To make me come out my pants
I don’t care about your Gucci belt or hat
Boy, you is whack
Think designer get your dick wet
Boy, design some fucking mac
Sad,

evidence
When all I need is the presidents just to live this life without consequence
Doty g mac bitch
Yeah It’s crazy how a dollar can make a muthafucka

hit by a truck
This the trap
Sign in
You stuck
Pop ya top when the shots erupt
Please give me my space
Out this world
See no competitor
Caught another

dinero, man what about us
Was finna rule the world with nobody to stop us, nobody could top us
But now I'm gon' blow, now I'm gon' show
Everybody wrong they

Back Against the Wall

Crucial Conflict

Good Side, Bad Side

1998

feel the buck, cook em' up pow-pow
Give it up for the Chi town, nigga watch out, get knocked out the box
Roll with the top-notch heat pop pop
For

Today's agenda
A nation exterminating the pious
Pray that you never die
Don't dare to be deemed the highest
Our right is founded by liars
Righteous

reality bites
I'm gangsta for life, so I squeeze like
I hold the mac precise with 32 shot clips
And turn your hard top into
A convertible drop whip
They

fucked up world
The son of a fucked up girl
And his father was just a blur
His life had took a curve
When he saw his brother dead on the curb
Due

just like the Spartacans
Knew I was that pressure
Chain smoking
I need to spark again
Pull up with that pack
Top back, I'm double parking it
Watching for

since Mac left,
Ain't no raps I enjoy,
I been…

[HOOK: BRI CRISP & THE SARGENT]

Ballin' since I’m crawling now I fucking run this shit.
Fuck these other