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it down
Hold on, wait
Fuck it up, you know that we run the town
Got the whole block, spinnin, spinnin
Couple niggas tried to talk to me
They aint

Foreign hoes up in my section
Couple of hoes in my city, uh
Couple of hoes getting litty, uh
Baby I don't want the kitty, uh
Sign my name up on her titty,

Thinking I can I pull me from my slump if I end up doing something
But I think I need to rest, take
A couple minutes out just to sit and do nada
The feelings

I'm really working, really sweatin' cuz I know I'm coming up
I'm not where I wanna be, it's my fault I gotta suck it up
There's a couple who just

I remember sleeping outside, smelling piss in my nostrils
In the USA
That'll put a whole new perspective, whole new direction
In a couple things,

off the cap, call me toad boy
I be fuckin' livid if you cap, drop the soap boy
Got a couple demons in the trap, don't choke boy
Don't know why niggas

To the Norf side
I've got couple bitches on my own now
Dirty hands, how well? we right now
E-town hit ya crib like we always does
To the Norf side

shit in my head
I got a couple hundred thousand regrets
See these eyes at the end of my bed
They stare at me think they wanting me dead
Fucked up shit in

They say Im a mess, Im a mess, can't that guess
Only stress I can't disgrace Im alive till hit this gas
Couple doses in my pockets sipping all this

Can I rap?
Can I just kill a couple tracks?
Can I rap?
Lemme just grab the mic and spaz
Can I rap?
Lemme put these bitches on they back
Can I rap?

was just booling out you don't want tension
Made a couple bands nigga
Did it off of rap for the love not attention I'm precious

Counting my guap nigga

Michael
Bright young soul you can put it in his vitals
Trying to f*** with a couple b******
But I really think they vibe slow
Hoping y'all just the feel

You stressin like my ex
I know exactly what to do
You take a couple shots and the you blame it all on you
U trippin over shit
Like I done stood in

life got thrown in a whirl, yeah
I did a couple things I probably shouldn't
Wanted to be truthful but the devil said I couldn't
Wanted to believe,

Pops was a drug dealer
All his homies were gorillas
They go hard for the scrilla
In these streets ain't no rules
Keep a heat for a tool
Couple beefs had

Creative as hell so imma jot
Stress so deep it'll make you clot
Slide through come through for a couple rounds
Bitch came through with a couple pounds
Sad

King shit everyday
Feel like the chosen one
Where my competition at somebody show me one
Couple bad shawties want to be the only one
No purple drank

You got me up and lost with your energy
Please lets make a couple of memories
I miss the feeling you give, Its been too long

Can't put my heart in

Ode
Too many drugs ima ode
Hang with a couple of homies
Passing the rock like Ginobli
Christian Dior if she holy
Bottega if she gon go with the team

I was acting wild with your grandma on my dick
I popped a couple thousand Xanax just to prove that I'm the shit
And I've been seeing that you're

it ain't about the money don't hit my line
I be out here in the jungle with the apes and the lions
When they ask what he doin I been on my grind
Couple

or a popsicle stick bitch
I was a maverick in them lobby halls
Clayton Kershaw on the mound pitchin' shutouts with them eight balls
Then I grabbed a couple G

Good vibes
It's just a past
I'm doing just fine

I got a couple dead friends
Shit changed me a lot
I carry a pain that
You couldn't even see from the top

everything she got
Put her family at the top
She was workin' seen her drop
Got a message from the doc
He said got a couple years
That shit hit me like a rock