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flaws
Fear they instill in the masses
We bear the scars tears they roll down
Living close to rivers we was sold down

They tell us never remember
Them

ride, We ride
Cause we all some ridaz, down for the
187, 187, 187, 187
Somebody better tell them boys T dot don't play around
Fancy, but I'm nasty with

the facts
Pick em right out the batch
Young Santa Fe got the weed blue flow
Tryna keep the lil homies out here on the right track
To get off them packs

I send 'em back down Sig', I know you 'The Truth', nigga

You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me
You ain't ready for me, yeah, what?
You ain't

out favors 
I been stunting all my life Im so use to haters 
Tried to rob me boy you dumb You tryna meet your maker 
You wanna ball but you a pussy like

be on your side 
Tell em
F yo dream I ain't living in yo life
F yo dream I ain't living in yo life
Pass it to the side
You not gonna see me hide
See me

fly
Hit a lame boy with the side eye
Tell 'em bye bye yeah
Have you ever been with an uptown girl
Take a 2 train going uptown
Get you an uptown lady

rocks nigga, million cars
The Ro-Roc-Rock Boy, rock your ice and rock your toy
It's the Birdman daddy, no time na' pause
If y'kno it's gon' rain let it

and Cowboy

Call me steve o
Cause I was chillin with them wild boys

We aint trustin nothin
So we cluthin when they drive by

If this felon hitcha 
Better tell

clap for an encore
I'm gone
Lil bitch
Motherfucker
Zaee
And I tell em Get Rich
Yea yea yea yea
Aye Nick
Nick
Teach me how to get juice
Bitch I ain't got

always up to no good with the boys in the hood like Eazy-E
Really hope that I tell her before I die, I'ma look her in the eye, It's gonna hurt to see her

talking bout?

By the shore I'm still on one
Squad been collect funds
Bank of America, Chase, Fargo, all 'em
How long your racks go?
I see her move slow
She

fall down, boy get up!"

Cuz you can't find peace less you find it within
Been on my knees, yelling
Father I've sinned
Mother, Mary Jane
Daughter, Bottle

town wit a 30 in a stick
Got a girl yeah but might flirt wit a bitch
If she got a nigga better tell me off rip
I ain’t tryna love or tryna stay up in ur

yo city n***a?)

Area code 225 (Shout out to the boot my n***a)
You know 225 all the way live n***a (Shout out to the boot)

(Tell them how you feel

the herd 
The messiah of rap 
I make em wanna live my words 
We came from the curb 
I ride by myself I don't know who trust 
Fuck a mooley up then pull off

one up on me
Growing up I wanted those J's now I only keep them retros on my feet
She really wanna be bae I can tell by the way she fucking me
Bitch I

niggas once, I play with pussy I don't play with boys 
Dodge the negativity when it come for me 
She do it herself so I aint gotta tell her cum for me 
I

another's to have You can't change that
God-You're the reason I'm alive and that's straight facts
I tell them Jesus Loves them cuz I Love 'em too-Payback

I

When I roll that Dutchie
Grab my piece of the pie
Eyes been on prize
Tell them boys they don’t want nada
That’s a promise
On my mama and that sopressata

Can't tell you why n***** been switching up 
This s*** ain't regular 
She tryna f*** I ain't letting her
Cuz I'm not like the rest of em
I'm not tryna

down to
Woah, I’m surprised they still want me on features
Name in the title, that’s a guaranteed ether
King of the jungle, I’m surrounded by cheetahs
I

a deer up in the head lights catch em by surprise I got that tractor with a hemi

(Huuh!)
Yeaeeeyeahaah got a tractor with that hemi
(Huuh!)
Yeaeeeyeahaah

change
Niggas wanna be chosen, while my path remains the same 
Im on my any many miny moe
Snatch a dollar by the thoat 
Cant nobody tell me no
Ian plannin