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I walk wit a limp im a pimp wit a cane
And Im still in the hood give fuckk about fame
I keep a tool by my head where i lay
Yeah Im around shit just

like to drill wit a tool
I’m a beast who can’t be tamed so she callin me rude
I fell asleep up off the drank n woke up dripping in jewels
Bitches calling

Love it when the plug hits me with new flavours
Shake my head like oh man
Gassed by no gang
I roll around on my own I'm my own man
They like to stunt

Wait
Yea, yea
Wait, wait
Yess
Yea, yea
Yess
Yea, yea
Kasshh
Go, go, go, yea

Big Drako finna scoop
Play with niggas, you'll get jumped by the group

sip
This cup got me walking with two limps
Pull up, hop out, that bitch get drool lips
Shes mesmerized by this new drip
Boo hip, she knows I'll get

Pulled up inna coupe 
Wit my tool by my side
I be in the  dark 
But got millions on my mind
I be dubbing bitches 
that would never let u pipe
I be in

Only with you, I won't be treated like a tool
Only with you, I will put up a fight
Only with you, things will turn out right
In the sea of life you'll be

months went by I realized we wasn’t cool quick
Niggas acting so we being savage doing old habits in this new shit
Niggas talking But won’t do shit see us

Then she turns up, doesn't let me go
Telling me slowly and quitly these words:
Ey yo amigo, baila conmigo
And step by step i will really know

What

didn't raise no fool
So I learned how to play by the rules
Err'body gotta pay them dues
Err'body gotta pay them dues
Mame didn't raise no tool
Never be

kicking it off
Dripping it sauce 
Ima hitta and boss
N I'm fly ride by 
Ima kill it can't die
Float like Q
You gon see me higher heights 
As I move up
Every

phantom of the opera
Tool by the dresser
Who got the stretcher you doing extra
Read all about it all my niggas wilding
Ever since i started getting money i

her land down south
I dream to tell her of my days but I can not talk by mouth
My pencil is my only tool to manifest my love
So I write this letter
But

don’t abide by the rule
In my bag I carry a tool
My wrist is wetter than a pool
I be smoking gas smoking fuel
I be that dripping no drowning
Ice cold

of a being
Our phones are tool
And the internet is mass connection
So why do we use this resource
With such little of a fraction
We play games and send little

to lose 
I got some shit to prove 
Watch my back while im on road
Know they know i keep a tool
Dont end up like yo bro
I know they know we made the news

of protest, the pigs in distress
It's a vulgar display of police power in full effect
Tear gas, riot shields, pepper spray, and vehicles
All these tools to use

one of the tools that makes you better
You can’t ever change the weather but can learn to dress accordingly
Support & teach, your inner self another

the school
Everyday bright and early the pistol was the tool
Keep a small circle don’t get played like a fool
Niggas playing dirty they ain’t playing by

get close just to use me
Ima sit back and get loaded and watch you play me get fucked like a coochie
So I'm isolated
It's me by myself don't need

Crash Bandicoot
Can’t dodge it it’s some like the flu
All the hatred only gives me fuel
Changing your point of view
And you know I keep my tool
I went

The would be’s was all smokers we called em schools (We called em schools)
Young G’s B’s and C’s, we was toting dem tools (We was toting dem tools)
Was just

up you and hitting ya mans
If you niggas try to come for my bands
You ain't got no tool so you better scram
If I don't know don't wanna dap up ya hand

and you'll never rest
Trust this time
Spirit telling you what's best
I step and mishandle
See me run in the wings new angle
They just give me the tools I amble