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Yeah
I know they won't get it twisted
Like the end of my joint
I made a point but I think they missed it
I think by now you notice this shit is different

friends say I'm not shit
Them bitches just mad they ain't relevant
No attention got them questioning
If they the ones worth those messages
Had to brb in my

a team, boo, nobody fuck with you
Just me and you, baby, you my ride or die
Sky's the limit, we can build an empire
Tell you want it, by the look up in your

Trash if I'm being honest
Most of you rappers is bitches, the Way you love to gossip. All of you Rappers beneath me
Fuck all the being modest. Got

Steady losing on another woman man
And she's already with another dude
Bet'll have a new one by the afternoon
She don't know my past so that ass is

in the hood
While I'm brushing my teeth
Gun shots get to flairing
All the way down the street
I keep the gang close
You know
I'm clutching my heat
By

would, niggas can't control they bitches
I been doin' this rap shit while niggas started
Blew niggas out the water, go play in that kiddie pool

I ain't

through the seasons

To feed our family
You slipping all the time, your own fault
Don't be mad at we
Way down in the jungle

Past the trees by the river

to the studio and do 10-15 songs, you know what I'm saying
And all they can say is, he switched up on us, now y'all switched up on me, why am I by myself

Bitches sucking out my soul (soul!)
Dropping bodies like a boat (boat!)
Them boys be doing the most (most!)
Imma' pull up, and aim the pump (ha)
Lighting

Mike Diddy produced this shit
These bitches be blowin' me
Claimin' they real, what the fuck is you showin' me
I'm callin' your phone, you ignorin' me

of the gutter,and im writing my plan
Im driving this truck full speed,i cant see the end
An eye for an eye as the time goes by im fading like sand
An eye for

me creepin by
Pulling up on you bitch and the beams are bright
Yuh yuh be advised
I'm in yo city and you know i'm stealing wives
I got plenty so i

you too proper
Bitch, I live by the code like a lock
You know I'm a rocker
Too much noise in my hand, that's a glock
That ain't no maraca
Pressure hit

they can't even feel us
Blinded by the fake so much, they don't even know the real us
Lost in a world full of lies, you don't know what to trust
If you

I miss it, yeah
Heard your boss went Hitler
And you had to quit to go scratch for biscuits
Got a lot to ask you bitches
But that's your business
How

decide, you in or out, you brought them bitches in my house, it ain't no tellin' what they bout, despite the fact
I let you live up in this bitch, these

way, that ain't finna change
Mama told me not to be fooled by these stupid bitches
But I was caught up in them feelings, bitch, I was just tripping

crashing clans
Posted with my talibans chopper screaming tsa tsa tsa
You ain't heard of me aight then you gon' know me
I go by fucking Blade and I step out

momma see better days, I swear I hate the game
You can tell just by the look in my eyes, I sure feel the same
It's like I'm  blind to the fact that you

know I got bullets and these bitches, get on ass Call my bullets dogs cause them niggas, they gon' chase you

Treat you like a wood, yeah my niggas, they

me up
I'm smoking on this Zaza, I can feel it in my fucking guts

Feeling like I'm Biggie in this bitch, got these bitches in the telly
Popping kitty

was raised in the hood
Never trust no one
Heard what you doing my homie
Be Fuckin the bitches with no condo (condo*)
Fucking a bitch raw sex, she not

on the beat, look
Bitches used to curve a young gookie 'cuz he Asian but
Now they need a curve just to pass communications
You clear a rack a day and you