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on production and I thank Lauren and
Clef for my introduction
To the same rap industry
That secretly humbled me
Sittin by the freakin' man
Keepin' 'em company

a throat slit by knives
Sleep's the cousin of death but
He functions like he's alive
Shooters who would spray
We're students of LaVey
Consumin' the depraved

my pants think was Lé Was
That new motherfucker only got two doors
Nigga know my crib got two backdoors
Me and my crib, we live by codes
He thought it

ever read a Psalm
Ready or not, weapon in my
Palm, setting off alarms
So road that I'm never in my yard

I've got a new ting, rip an enemy apart
Just

give a boy a side parting
When this 9's clarting
Where I'm from they kill you it’s
The curse of false pride darling

See this new season Gucci on an old

a new shape
Old friend Flex told me that I move strange
You're just in the left side, me
I move two lanes

Young and fly though
Bitches wanna go where I

S press on grab locks TT's
Got hotspot like BT
If I step with six in the nine
Let it sing like FEFE don't wanna see me
My new ting brown like RiRi
Step out

new friends, we can't be buddy-buddy (yeah)
I can't beef 'bout no bitch, I don't do lovey-dovey (no)
I'm a whole blue strip, she cannot try to dub me

feelings involved
I'm from the zoo and I'm wild
I told you lil' baby, i'm really a boss
Linin' these hoes up, one by one
I be knocking 'em off
We got

a whole variety
Blowing weed 24s I blame my anxiety
Cold nights in my cell you
Said you'd stand by me
I wonder if they believe them own selves
No assurity,

the mic every 62 minutes
Damn right I said it and represent it
By the lookin' in my eyes you know I meant it
It's no disguise it's Mr two Face and I
Done

a sync by talking ’bout God
(Uh, huh)
Got nothing to hide, this who I am
I'm not gonna stop (O oh)
You couldn't block my blessin' (Uh, uh)
You couldn’t

Like, what? Grrah, grrah, boom
(Beat by Yamaica Productions, baby)
Every opp shot everything dead
Grrah grrah, grrah
Like, every opp shot grrah
Ah

it a souvenir
I swear I seen them things come, whiter than some new veneers
I was supposed to be in school, I think it's like my junior year

(ah-ah)

(Trace-o) I never worked this hard for a necklace (blaow)
So we can't lack ’cah it’s reckless (can't lack)
Keep the heat by the side

something new

I'm hooked on my loop
Paces in 22s
I've made up a game
Bets if I win or lose

Cut it up, corner of my top
Pulling by the box
Sexiest

Don't make us grr grr grr 

Who made the block get jumpy 
(Gliders B!)
Put a G on flag I'm repping 
Building a brand new country 
Don't know each other

leider nicht dabei, Digga, sorry, tut mir leid
Songs auf der Eins, feier' Karneval im Block
Für ene Party hauen wir locker mal eine Gage aufn Kopf
Das

The choices are many, so risk it, love
And have it your own way
'Cause whatever butters your biscuit, love
Is fine by me
Which is why I say

Some like

your drool like you're down in a pool with your legs tied up to cinder block / your a vacant hearted kindergartener / i’m a filthy armpit /you can smell

I'm hot as soup (shh, shh)
Me and K in the cut, clizzy rambo too (shh, shh)
Twenty-four, I don't snooze, I bang by noon (shh, shh)
I'm in the bando,