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Ayy, ayy, your block I'm gon' sweep
Ayy, ayy, bussdown, not regular face (What?)
Ayy, chasin' blues like DaBaby (What?)
Ayy, swervin 'round with cake

choppa
Nigga talk down, we gon' shoot at yo momma
Yeah, bitch, I'm worried bout' cash, not worried bout' drama
Yeah, got six damn zeros, with two damn

turning blue
Do this for my brothers I'd die by my crew
Gave your bitch space when she asked for the moon
Stalking my story with all of your Goons
Beat that

get to the blue
I kept the truth with the proof
You gotta lose in the news
The lies they keep tellin' you
We tried to tell you the truth
You

Always Lift Him Up/Kanaka Wai Wai

Ry Cooder

Chicken Skin Music

1976

to drinking
Do not pass him by, don't greet him with a (C) frown
Do not fail to lend a hand and try to (G) help him
Always lift him up and (D) never knock him

count up this money
Swear it’s whatever
She know that I’m with it
Business is business
Ain’t worried who hit it
A lot of these bitches don’t get it
Make

on only fans

I be all about the Benjamins like Ice Cube
I was trappin you was worried about some high school
If we fuckin bae you gotta go by my rules
Why

a vacant house
We responsible for half these cold
Cases in the town
Hit him with that pole, you know, we ballin'
Jumpin' out the gym posted by the sto'
I got

mind
Like a lioness passes you by, I'm gone - one kiss is all I'm good for
Love me to leave me, shut me like your front door
Cigarettes and cowboy blues

day
(Reparations, reparations)
Which we intend to bring into existence
By any means necessary

Where my forty acres and a mule?
Where my education
We

Galahad Blues

I came into town 	
Like a shot in the dark
Lidless lad in a sharp cut suite               
Made outta shark
 
I took a chance
Showed

Ayo, I climb high, no fear inside my mind
Ain't no time to waste with thoughts of wasting time
Folks talkin' down, but I just toe the line
Counting

you to know 
Wanna build  you up never break you down i just need a crown you to come out 
Gimme all ya trial put em to the ground we can walk em out we

I'm so nervous nervous 
I'm so worried worried 
Man I fill my whole car up wit peas 
If the police want a problem 
No problem with me
Getting

darn thing after another.

--- Instrumental ---

Old brown mule he must be sick
I jambed him in the rump with a pin on a stick
He humped his back but he

COUNTIN'  THE  DAYS  BLUES

I feel worried mostly all the time.
I'm worn down by the drama, the continuous lyin'.
He grabbed all that was good,

Kenny
When my pockets get fat as Cartman
I can write it and produce it
Turn silence into music

With nobody's help all by myself
I can do it at a level

bitches compare up to you
She a blessing I sneezed I think I got the flu
Im a benji boy bitch I'm in love with the blues
Jhene Aiko hit her in the living

Sipping on drink, I'm moving like a snail
Bitch, I was 18 years old with a bale
Niggas get caught by the law, they gon' tell
Came out that jungle, I run

be on the look out
I'm hunting
I'm running
I'm gunning
And coming
For any motherfucker that's tryna talk down
How I hawk down
With a semi-automatic
I

to trap niggas
You in the trap with us, when the lines is as vivid
As the walls on the graph, autographed by the Lord of Wrath
I reside between

Nellie, Nellie, I've come back alive.
My coat of blue is stained with red,
And the man in the tall black hat is dead.
But we sure will remember all

uh)
Fuck yo acres and a mule, I need the world wit interest too (uh, uh)
Before I cummerbund my sums and waste it gettin comfortable
See I held down my

passing easy dimes, if I die my girl gone die with me like she Eva Braun 

Ballin like I’m evil Bron, back in Miami
Rapper weed cop it by the ounce we don’t