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when I'm stoned
Yeah
Do me good when I'm bored
I'm thrown off by your confidence
This conversation is awful, you got
Nothin' to ya at all, I wanna
Feel

behind my shoulder
Can't escape my devilish ways
Know you'd hate to be replaced
By a great with the name of Tylr C
part of the cult
Fuck all these MCs

Girl I ain't no dummy I get bags but I can't cop a purse
I grab her by the waist just bend her over tell her pop and twerk
I got your bitch up in

her
Y'all be lasting minutes, she just payed me by the hour
My gun look like a midget, extend the clip, watch it down ya
I pray you catch these hollow

trynna shut us down
Then you go broke paying for a lawyer just to stay on town
Takeoff
30 Shootas at ya I give em da go
Or I can step by myself
What you

trust a fool I'll keep a blick
You fuckin' trick
You chicken shit
I'll eat ya heart and make it quick

I'm a young man with talent
And I gotta keep it

own
I ain't smoking the rezzy, my cous' from the rezzy
The bed on the floor, that shit is so messy
I ain't fucking with dessy's, you beg and you press

Homie stole his chain
And now he peddles with no purpose
Now he's packing heat
He's driving by ya with a furnace
Nina got a stuffy nose
I guess that bitch

it's ops by the gate
In the field then I'm tryna make a play
Outside when I know it's not safe
Catch and shoot get shot in ya face
Deadeye them rushing

Her love is worthless
Tattoo on the surface
Our friendship is like a dead zone with no internet and no service
Smoking pain away like Novocain only

You know the denim good
You know you could find me traveling through every hood
Trying get the payment
Touching pavement
You niggas pass by Likee

Corredor's when I'm in Florida
In New York vooling smoking loud while pouring up
Fuck with me wrong there's a chance that I'll slaughter ya
Crept from

Inaudible
Meters, beaters, cleavage, heaters
I be smoking a lotta weed
I be toting a lotta heat
In my Ksubis and Robin jeans
I be plotting a lotta schemes

It's just a a normal ass day some might say
By the way
I'm smoken on the bomb, not motha fucken hay
Less likely chance of stabbing everyone in sight

bleed
It's unspeakable and unforeseen
It's forces me To think to an old me
In the corner of a trailer with a coal smoking
You poor things still snoring

figures
Come in between, I'ma go there with ya
None of these niggas want beef
None of you hoes want to go there with me
When I talk, bitches just know not

nothing else that’s fun to do
I’m in her pants like underoos
Took ya bitch that’s a bummer dude!
Ate some shrooms everything like Nickelodeon (Like

drive Topanga anymore
'Cause it reminds me of you
Smoking and singing love songs in the garden
Like we always used to
And I drive by, I turn my eyes

just 'cause I ain't want to ask for it (nah)
You're fucking with these rats, so y'all niggas useless
We're street niggas, I'm judging you by who

needin it everyday
And twice on a Thursday
Blood thick than water
In pounds better than quarters
I smoking two joints 
While I'm knockin down yo

words & vibes,
This is that bright light music helps you open your eyes & that night light music yeah smooth by design
 Lyrically inclined, lend me your

make your brain hang like an Asian braid
Lamping in mansions, getting laid from an Asian maid
The K will leave you head smoking like you're blazing haze

feeling judged and left out by society
Always feels like he's asking himself why me
Started saying yes when older kids said get high with me
So he started

Taught By Them Lectures

Laughing Stock, Hand Around With Them Hecklers

Scared Of Them Needles , I Gotta Get Better

Me And Ty Yeah We At It Again

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