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Closer than most, I just see so much of you, and I want a better view, closer than most
Sacrifices in the streets, hit my pen with the ice, life

Verse 1

No comment to the Feds I ain’t saying no names
I was with certain man in jail. They got bullied everyday
I don’t judge you by your money

The game isn't easy to carry I started in April and now I got arm pains
And I'm gonna get green in the bank it's a matter of fact you can tell by my

Riding with XD's strapped in the back of the lac
Drop a hit and its back to the trap
I'm trying to drill don't be fucking with rap
What he spitting

postin' on that block just like a 9-to-5
I be damn  I get  hit in my shit, try to catch a Uber ride

It's Flocka World and TCG, this the G, you gon' die

I'm making hits just like fuck u mean
Just because I'm quiet lil pion ain't no bitch in me, I keep a 23 like Curry when he shoot with Draymond Green
Im

I'm not tryna get locked to you like prison though
We both know, I ain't picking hoes by the boatload, Kenny Pickett yo
Cant talk-n shit, I ain't

the medication
23 and above, stacking senior pensions
And I hit a home run while they swing for the fences

Enjoy the playground, the graveyard is my voice

distracted by the fact that they on tour
Just keep pushin', stay in the lab honing your craft
Hit me back when you've done that, and I'll show you the path
If

like a drive by
Glock is goin gra-ta
Hit you with the ta-ta
Laughing out yo' ass until you realize that the block's hot
Always wanted top spot
Wanna be

thinkin' bout the past, yeah, wishin' there was a war so I could go
ahead and draft, yeah
I don't wanna be by your side anymore, cause every time I'd cry,

Damn
I'm trying to run on a vibe or something
Hold up, I have an idea
What happened
Hello
Yeah, I was just riding the car the other day and I heard

And I hope you get hit by a blue shell right before the finish line
I hope you shart when you and hubby doing 69
I hope you get famous on WorldStar for

will you do
I got your new number, I hit you
Wanna bring you out, I'll come by noon
Driving in a foreign, it's a coupe
I got tunnel vision, it's on you,

Yeah, it's Murphy, fuck the dicks
Fuck the dicks in the car and the scars they inflict
Since a kid in the park trying to charge me for shit
Some

born to Ray and Kay Bergeron May 6, 1955
At 17 Tom interviews two of The Three Stooges
By the early 80s he's on the radio
Starting in Haverill,

gotta go
Cuz I'm hearing the sirens, police on the way
Rudolph responded, I already know
So they hopped in the car and they made their escape
But, Rudolph

hold up
Hit that, smoke that, sip that
Whatever you with, we with that
We can't, beef
If you out here lookin' like mismatch
Close your mouth, better zip

giving in ahh
Lv sagging some savage lil niggas dont play by the rules
Throwing gang until were at the top
Its more lively round here in the night thats

ain't follow on IG
She roll off a pill, oh her face in the pillow
She said that she bout to get hyphy
I hit from the back just like instant transmission

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Tryna cop me, but I ain't talkin' no robo
Car fast like my senses on slow-mo
That mean I'm stuck, catch a clue
All I need is the blue bucks

everyone would try to harmonize
Silent car ride, by the past, we are hypnotized
A journey ends for another just to take a pause
At a loss
Try to pick

Ya
Had to fight that nigga
Almost had to fight that nigga
Ya
Unh
Never I waited for you to commit
I don't even speak to her you get to hit
Shabba

need a whip, need a pad
I was out, then inside, what a gift from my dad
Took a hit on my pride
When my system was fried
Tell I'm lit by my eyes
I don't