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First thing I do is I grab my pistol (Uh)
Make a flash in the pan I call that a fizzle (Uh)
Nomad is traveling like Ms. Frizzle (Uh)
All your songs

gets more cleared
By seeing negativity all around me
All it ever does is motivate and make my heart beat
One second, two seconds, three seconds four
You

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Five drinks in on Friday night
We only came to dry your eyes
And get you out of your room
Now this bar has closed its doors
I

been down since day one

Alexa
Set the alarm for 3AM
And turn the heating all the way up
Alexa
Order a copy of The Cool Greenhouse's new record

shit
'Cuz they went and got hit
By the COVID 19
When you was nineteen
And saved they lifey
Or what's love like when your little bro
Shit takes on a foe

sleeves
I was beat down by a muscular chief
Face down on the curb, cuts on my cheek
Got to the station lumps on my knees
Who battered me? That's police

really really work my body
He really really really turned me on
He really really really got to gut me
He really really made me scream and shout

[3

I be paranoid I fuck around Up it through my bubble jacket
Carbon or the Glock, the ARP a put em in a casket
Draw down on the opps ain't doing no

a snare or a gunshot
Drive by at the bus stop
All these playas mane
They can't seem to go away
Better bring a body bag casue I am here to stay
Comeback down

three’s, like I’m Steph Curry
In the Lamb, in a hurry
Fuck on your bitch while she
Sniff that perc’ I’m slurping
I might hit that ass again, that bitch curvy

that's on any given song
I be picking flows, any mini miney mo
I'm a full package , but don't leave me by the door
You know I got the power, St. Patrick,

sent my rims
Kick door shit polo my Tims
Makin' these hits I ain't made no friends
I'm chasin' them commas
Baby mama no drama
Yeah fuck that bitch I do

that's sitting on your door

This is a poem that's going out to the homeless
A song about poverty for anyone who's ever known it
And shown it on their torn

gone hold it down
Say we gone hold it down
I'm feelin

You can tell by the way I walk
I aint from round here
Crown Apple straight blowing gas in the air

get lit

Walking in the function, how I be serving
Like who you testing? My
Bro got lethal weapons
Riding with my top down (On fucking acid)
And where

gone hold it down
Say we gone hold it down
I'm feelin

You can tell by the way I walk
I aint from round here
Crown Apple straight blowing gas in the air

It's a foggy night lit by street lamp lights
And the fire burns as the drunkards fight 
And all I want is to hold you tight
From across the crowded

To harder

My mark is up there
But I'm living down here
Keepin it clean
I don't need to swear
To get a point acrossed
Forgotten
By some
Doesn't mean you are

to fit 

Still had pride when I ain't have the newest kicks 

Back when my momma use to rub me down with vix

G unit fit for all the family pics 

got my

kicks
Back when my momma use to rub me down with vicks
G unit fit for all the family pics
People in them cages how I'm posed to say I'm free
Need a statue

the broccoli
Maybe I'm wrong for putting my faith in song
Should of invested half in opportunity zone
V on my back and I ain't even wearing vlone
Three grams in

a trace
I don´t wanna get into this horrible headspace
The Saviours whispers, they´re coming through my door
Telling me “Embrace the numbness” and I crave

perfect, watch it when she work it with no hands
I got plans,stack 100 bands, people in the stands, and they fans
Singing every song, and they coppin merch,

(RealusBeats)
Lil Crix bless yo' trap
Ayy, Shiest Gang, Catch Body Gang, Wipe Down Gang
9 Trey 9 Way
Let's go

Ayy, kick yo' door, yo' mama