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Yeah)

Ima hardbody
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)

I just gotta keep a gun by me
Swear to god Nîgga love violence
Send a hit like I'm John gotti
Gotta feeling ima

ain't fa kitchen)
Been turning hoes down I'm trynna do right by my misses (Trynna do right by my bitch)
Trynna get us out the trenches baby you know I'm

on the edge i be sipping
I'm trynna get all my guys out the kitchen
For the money, you know that they itchin'
Free all my real niggas sittin' up
It's not how

Breakfast

A$AP Rocky

SYRE

2017

know why you a dog
Know I'm coming for the crown (yuh)
Drop an album, kids want to party
Get them niggas out my house (out)
This is Hidden Hills, how

Drama

Ghostface Killah

Apollo Kids

2010

you, got somethin' Lord that'll honor you
Blow your little head off while you're tyin' your shoe
But back in the kitchen, Pyrex's
Occupied by

[Intro]
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun

[Nas]
Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines

love u better lucky cause I'm cold hearted
Trench coat like John Gotti
I made a bank deposit
And I still got cash in my pocket
Go to war like Davy

like to say my name, J bodiii
Who ride a beat like me, nobody
It go down in my DM, yo gotti
I tried two times to get a job up there at onyx
God told me

in that kitchen I won't dine on any nigga

I won't force you to start puttin' that trigger
If that shit ain't mean by a check I ain't doin' fuckin'

about my digits, goin' digital and shit
Jumpin' on the couch until I'm short winded in this bitch
Don't judge a book by it's cover, start schemin'

look at yo lips
I look at yo face
Im being chill
I never chase
I got my eyes on you
But I'm in the distance
I know that you like me too
I'm getting them

gas
We smoking out the zip 
I'm well connected in the streets with bloods
I'm cool wit crips 
Cuz talking tough get you fucked up
You better watch yo

I'm back after a year of not making any albums last year
Y'all are gonna ask me if I'm finna slack again?
My answer is fuck no
I'd want to keep track

I'm back after a year of not making any albums last year
Y'all are gonna ask me if I'm finna slack again?
My answer is fuck no
I'd want to keep track

I'm callin' on you right now
So you betta pick up
I done called three times by now
Got me waiting out front
(And I) Ain't tryna sound desperate
(But

alone I won't forget you
Gotti wats poppin, the 'line know I got them
The Stars winning without M dubb is not a option
No way we could fail, we prevailed

a treadmill
As long as they print it
My niggas gon' get it

Pop a yerk off, half a pill
This shit got me twitchin' and itchin
Like Yo Gotti
When I drop this

for me
And I'm smart as Ivy league
You D-league boy
You terrible like delinquents
So sorry peeping tom
Yo y'all some hot tamales
But I'ma need to see

album
Then I perfected these songs in four months this is my life
And I want you to know that I live by the pen and I'll die with the pen and the pad
I am

the quarter
We smoke it by the ounce
If I'm bringin' all the homies
Then we smoke it by the pound

Yo I got more tree then a lumberjack
Sippin' strong on that

the quarter
We smoke it by the ounce
If I'm bringin' all the homies
Then we smoke it by the pound

Yo I got more tree then a lumberjack
Sippin' strong on that

these hoes onto my label like Yo Gotti
I'm tryna fuck Megan thee Stallion, I got hella hoes they Hotties
If he say he want it I bought it, if she say she

Strawberry Gary, dodgin' potholes so elusive
Yo bitch been out here cheatin', cause you always got excuses
Teach my young nigga's a lesson, but I ain't never

I'm taking whatever come with it (with it)
Runnin' shit up, got my palms itching (itching)
Came a long from my mom kitchen (facts)

All my life I