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financially
Sure I can't finesse on these
Motherfuckers I rather peace
Gun tuckers what a disease
My words are the bullets I'm firing
No need to be flexing got

still got killers trailing the truck
I was surrounded by sharks but I had all the heart so it was never hard to adjust
Nobody had walked me thru nothing

forget it
They hit you with the stick
Extended clip
Day or night
Drive by
Or they parking the whip
Lit or dark as a bitch
As long as as you don't survive

a eagle
Feds start to swoop in, too much fetty in the needles
I'm from where, if a bullet don't hit you, karma gon' get you
J.O took a dime tho, mouth shut

names
Make my little homie take your gold chain And if you violate, then my shooter's got no face
If it's a hot gun, then you know it's a cold case
Bullet

fast die young by the way of the gun
It don't matter where you at it only matter you from
If Wayne show up in the black on black then it's time to attack

drippin' water like it's made from the sink
These ain't no regular shoes when you lookin' at my feet
Linkin' with the hoes, I keep the Glock in the ski

Drugs, pain, love, hate
Growing pains fake friends
Energy is drained
Okay I'm fine I'm fine
This bullet not mine
This nine not mine
This gun my pride

hand around my clip, but it ain't no, I ain't going for nothing
Bullet hole shot through his body, it ain't fun to breathe for nothing
Hollow tips up in

They say I'm the goat and trust me I am honored
Anxious when I walk outside so I keep this heat tho
Watch from the window when it rain, aye I feel like

I'm puffin' up my chest again
But with these songs
Wooo
I see 'em runnin' in
They know how to shoot
But ain't no gun on them
Drama with the bullets, ooh

Energy made this one
Don't do it to him
He ain't die, God was with him, he got mine for sure
Shoot the Drake from the waist down like it's rock

like Pixie Dust

Tried to run off, bullets hungry, they'll eat you up
Put the guns down, yeah okay, I only swing the blunt
Smoked every strain in this

Riding through the 9-1-4 totin' Mac-10
And by Mac-10, I'm talking bout my mouth then
These lyrics just like bullets
How I shoot you in your ass, friend

wait, let me finish my macaroni
Whoever says there's more wheels than doors
Bitches be slobberin' on those whores
These bullets cruisin' by
Man, this

shot, loaded gun
With this bullet filled with love hopefully I hit my mark
(And that's you)
We started off as friends
Just friends (Just friends) who knew

done

They're screaming telling you that you'd be better off dead
cnd They'll go away if you just put a bullet in your head
So you go and grab your gun

promised the Fam all of my niggas a few of my bitches uh
Kiki Shepard rub show love to the genie
I'm granting em wishes (oouu oouu oouu)
Far by minding your

a second
I am a murderer, I'm feeling like a peasant
No wonder I'm insane because I'm not even present
Gonna be executed by the medieval method
Being hanged

exploring things
You wanna keep your options open
Cause we're young
And you think we got all this time
Tryna swallow bullets from this nine
Cause you wasted

the trenches, yo, gun on fire
Last night I had a threesome with Tayshia and Jazmine
B's ain't lean, I don't remember how it happened

I came out the slums, I was

They say I'm the goat and trust me I am honored
Anxious when I walk outside so I keep this heat tho
Watch from the window when it rain, aye I feel like

shifted, too much confusion
And when I lost the passion for music is when my world ended
I was distracted by trauma all of the drama
From girlfriends

a warrior, balling like Steph
Curry chicken niggas, bullets on the shelf
Goldberg on you bitches, Jackhammer for the belt
Life is like death, I'ma do it by