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the dirt of the cemetery
There's no more mercy
Violence is my philosophy
Ear drums go pop if you fuck with me
Terrified, you're put into an eternal sleep

come to ya
West coast code taught to me by my brotha JVengeance, careful he'll walk up on ya
So I rap about the stuff I don't got
So the day I make it

Yeah that feeling take over me
I play to score might not play for keeps
She do that thing make your knees go weak
Thats my lil freak
Yeah I'm always

I'm on that

Taking mental pictures on my Kodak
Bringing all my sand to the beach mention Kodak

Counting out yo share
Here go 10
You probably owe that

Was the way doe
Nobody believed a thing that you
Say though
Im gonna leave a legacy quotes like Plato
I'm gotta let my family eat
Views like the clumps

so I let him taste this cookie
Had a lil nigga so he felt proud thought he took me
Played with his mind and rode his face I'm raised up like a G
This

a drum that's semi automatic
Switch the flow but can't switch the
Glock unless lil Brodie grab it
Fuck a white bitch on my bed
I got a snowy mattress
That

the ground floor
This is what I'm bout: bore holes, open souls to expose 'em
You're facing a man who was chosen
Closed, I ain't open
I be walking by like I

I'm ballin for my bucks
Feel like AB
It ain't about the bucs
Stackin' all this cheese
We load em' by the trucks
Go behind back
You fucking up the trust

smoked out
Comin for y'all asses get stoked out
Step outta line and u get choked out
Competition yea u really coked out
Up and away
Hand me my bread go

goons
I got hammers
But my belt got a drill side loops
Bulletproof all of the windows
Don't let shit fly coupes
Now they really wanna know the Mash
I skip

I get my hands on
Including me
They go do it anyway
And for a cheaper fee
So Ima charge it to the max
Separate the fake
And have my real ones
Pull up

my phone, named it temptation.
Shawty call me on the Facetime, ugh
We just need a lil FaceTime, ugh
I be busy but I, Make time
Hug you from behind

back
Take a third step back 'fore yo head get cracked (let's go)
A licky, da-hickey-hickey, that's jiggy to me
Only rolling with bandit boys, we ruthless

everything God won't do to us to teach lessons so it lets the Devil breathe
(Satan smells like weed when you think you can't OD)
(Shaytan) Is how far my mind

too, want the pain all Removed
Let it ooze, through, all my veins Now I'm cool
Sittin in my lawn, chair side of the Pool
Tryna relax, a little relapse

This the song
Is for all my trap niggas
To the ones who ain’t letting NOBODY
Fuck up they business
To them niggas who getting head From the that

you they're the shit
And they'll prove it in a bit
Hold up let me take a hit
Fore I throw a fucking fit
I'll take the whole world by myself
Not short I

jeans on but I'm still ready to fight
Warrior
Earnin my survival stripes
I feed of pain gettin stronger by the night
Pop a thizzz now I'm headed

become a damn man
Slide up on shorty, tap the table
She look up at me, at this point I'm able
To let her know I wrote a lil sum sum 'bout her
She out here

GANG GANG GANG

Flow hot need propane
Flow hot need propane

Ha Uh
City fulla cocain city ran by the dope fiends
Ion really rock wit no names niggas

a traveler like DSTV explora
Get a lil a peace of mind
Don't mind a lot
You might be pissed
By facing things you never thought you'll ever face
I mean

Bo-Riggs
Nigga need a cut, nigga need to get trimmed up
She so proper wit' it
Lingo lil' different when I say, "Let's hit that store"
She pronounce them

ever wanna party wit the kid
I ain't forget
I ain't let go
I must admit
Shit that I did aye ay ay
Only for love ay
Only to give ay
Don't think I can