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never reach
This is like a lesson of a class so sit back and watch me teach
If you wanna feature from ya boy you better run them bands up and pay for

than a mothafuckin pigeon tail
Like you couldn't tell
Like I'm Denzel
I need all the money and the band wagon
Got the type of knowledge that you can't

Versace the cloth you can tell by the liner
They clocking my run and I'm beating the timer
I'm open whenever for smoke like a diner
Got wetty baguetteys
Hit

I'm paper chasin', my bank big, you can tell just by these rocks (bling)
You know I pop shit, I talk shit, 'cause I gets a lot of guap
You know my

Tell me you gon' get it or you not

Foreigns whippin' off the lot
Pulling up to show the watch
Gucci drippin' to the socks
Either you gon' get it or you

shit crazy, man, right wrist, I'm revengeful
Count through a hundred bands, dead men, got a handful (yeah)
Heard he a skeleton, just counting down

(Whoo! Whoo!)

Start by getting the facts straight
Some learn better the hard way.
Whole lot of stress in a book bag
Young boy carry the hard weight.

to the moon
Young Nook for the game
I was in the six on the terrace
Lil nigga we are not the same
Tell the boy to stay up in his lane
I'm aint flexin baby cause

enemies 
Yeah I stay close to my enemies
Tell em the Percocet dead to me 
Savy no pay for the pussy the head is free 
I got the recipe 
40 is next to me

I pay that fee
Tell that lil boy speak up
Tell that lil boy keep up
Seen my drip geeked up
Ready I don't need no luck
Live by the words of the book

years in a Chevrolet (Let) this is no civil day (Nuh uh)
We gon' tweak, on that, Queen, City, Flat Lands (707)
Suffocate 'em, till he, get the blues, like

catch me with soda
But I keep a can just incase a fuck nigga get in the way
Someone tell em it's over
Cause I Never liked Coca Cola
But use to push coke

I put that boy to sleep
Someone tell this bitch
If he play with me then he ain't waking up
After I slap the 50 in then I slap her on her butt
When I

show you who really out here deserving bands
I told Ave "One day we'll live it like we're kings"
I told Basu "We'll get the bag by any means"
I told

need something to eat
Drifting away
Yeah, tell me what you know about it, yeah
What you know, young nigga live or die by the pole
Stayin' ten toes, pray

runnin' the city, don't believe the hype
She put this nine in her purse
She solid wont tell my type
I give her the plan, she with it
I stuff the trunk, she

in, and they gon'say I fell off, would tell them that they well off.

I got a lot to tell y'all, but i'ma keep it P', cause shit ain't what it seems.

Band broke now it’s a money flood
I hate a corny nigga boy you ain’t getting no hug
He said he short what you gon do for the rest of the bud
Flip a coin

Keep pushin'
Pick ya head up
Boys hatin'
Get ya weight up
Writing poems
Just sleight of hand
You got the sticks?
You should start a band and
I'll

But they can't find it 
Niggas dumb cuz stay by it 
Billionaire boys club suit bc I stay flying
Bitch really a Latina and she ain't Mayan 
Feelin im

Hit em broad day I don't need no mask
I heard your song but it was trash
That boy is going outside
I got his hoe and he mad
She fucked me good this shit

for it, cause I killed my villain nigga
Generations plagued by trauma, let em' know I did it nigga
I heard them crys come from my momma
Fuck his family

that bitch
I see a vick then I'm geeking to crush bullets eating his stomach
You can tell by his lunch he was purpin in the morning
He got shot by his

my own I'll do it by my damn self

I bet I got em listening so if I ever ran I wasn't a man in the first place

Hold on Boosie wipe me down, im in it