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sped out
FN with a Flrtt, gon' make another dead guy
Lil' mama wanna fuck and I don't know her name
So I just pass the bitch to gang and let em' run

Gang related violence is being driven by long standing feuds or beefs, much of many of which
Are being driven through social media
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get whacked any time of day 
cnd ya girl with me that's by the way 
I provide what she needs any kind of way 
I don got that supply for ya folks
We out

your time, you "25/8 on my miiind"
This life by design, it's just a matter of time
Trust me lil' mami, we fine
Some day, i know you'll see it, it just

Intalek the God
Too many niggas lost
Losing my head, torch in my palm
I napalm bridge, still get across, body I toss
How we hop, skip, close, I can

really see me
But its all okay cause deep down I know I love to be me

Pound for pound I add it up
I took that risk trying to get them racks
Remember I

zooming by it
I see you, see me, we pulling up, lil bitch, we shining
We teeing shit up, we build it up like iron giant
It's too much on my head, I gotta

baby and I'm gon' be here for that
Invite me to the party, said I don't get into that, and Brody got the trolling typing on the internet
Told me you

see
I've just been trying to get to your heart lately but that shit just been blocked by debris
You told me that we would be together forever baby I

the negativity
And most of all get money
Can't focus on a bitch
I gotta stay stacking
Getting money is hobby
Making music is a passion
U ain't adding to goal then

Prizm in here man, stepped up, look here.

See I was living life trying to be cool.
Running from the Lord, living like a fool.
I knew Jesus was

a flag on the play
I see my nigga Savage and my baby Nash on the way
You might catch me bumping Miz, that's my man's by the way
Free both of my lil

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run
Don't give the farmer his fun, fun, fun
He'll get by without his rabbit pie
So run rabbit, run rabbit, run,

a nigga I don't judge em)
I come from the worse, I'm trying my best, to make the best of all of these chances
Life of regret is not in my plans, (I guess I

Cause I don't give a fuck, baby, you know that I don't play
I know that I'm not up, baby, let's do a few plays
I'm feeling kinda lonely, baby, let's get

Make a whole group chat about me
But you won't say that shit to my face
All these hoes trying to hate
But let's be honest they
Just mad they ain't my

Get pulled over when I drive
Officer not gonna lie
I might be a little high
Rather'd smoke than suicide
Got nobody by my side
Kill my feelings numbed my

Intoxicated
Hopin' that we don't get stopped
By the police
Swervin'
While I'm drivin' through these main streets
I gotta play it cool
As I take another sip
Lil

you was touring with me
He pump out his chest trying to prove he elite
My punchlines will knock out that lil boys teeth
Candyman Candyman Candyman

gaze, as I felt tucked away, trying to get back in my place to finish this race, My head filled with unconscious space, these purple swirls were once

they see the smoke followed by the drag
They say I'm getting ready like a hoe the way I'm picking clothes, I care about the swag, LehDoIt
Say lil nigga,

She Proceed to do the blow
her job is secured for sure
I'm trying see what that
Body do
She get to taken off her clothes
And now I'm rolling out the O
I

want my bitch and some  peace, where my gun at?

I ain't get sleep in a week, cause the runtz at
Customized rifle I shoot, cause it thump bad
Fucking by

me then stuff it in my pockets or something
And the lil bitch said hoeing is not a hobby

I think she's trying to go professional or something

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