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only one of me I'm drastically different
How can you not see the difference
Gotta go get it
Like I'm TI in 2012
This beats on a skillet
My lyrics giving

I'm gon do by myself 
Me and yung kir don't need nobody else
Shoot from long range but don't call me no steph
He bleeding out better check on his health

blinded by seeing em glow
Quick to plan, but taking things slow
I was a jit, but look at me grow
Oh that's your hoe? she fucked on the bro
Playing it cool,

thighs
If you run up then I bet that you die
Grab a backwood then I roll up yo guys (ayee)
I got a fetish for chasing my loot I got a skillet I'm cooking

a skillet 
This is one of the trillest
Most illest
I know u fell this
Straight from the kitchen 
I rather die than to be snitching 
Ask the fenes what I'm

a bunch of bitches who can handle business, never trippin' when I go places
Double doses keep 'em by the pair
Poker face make ya fold ya aces
Black Bottles

in tha Knight like I'm sir Lancelot
Almost lost it all, by a landslide
Down lil chick, foreva gon ride
By any means getting it Bonnie Clyde 
My enemies

Gotta fight to live fight to live fight to live
To make it out alive out alive out alive
See we down in these trenches
Where we gaining by the inches
They

a fine fucking wine
Slowly you will be devoured piece by piece
Until the day that you fucking decease
Touching your skin with Blades
Licking your blood

on the tube
I have everything to lose
And I wouldn't jeopardize it for a b**** n**** View
You niggas ain't solid I can tell by how you move
I'm a whole fucking

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Yeah, I've seen a lot of snakes
Surrounded by evil
My mind had to change
No I had to evolve
Yeah, you gotta change

to save it
When you older I explain it
These niggas ain't really wavy
They copy and follow trends
I ain't have 50 cent
Now I'm hated by many men
Hot boxes

a mona lisa
Now I'm frying' up the plantains in The skillet like I'm from costa rica
My friends would call me
Chef Brew like I'm so
Pleased ta meetcha'

up it's smoking up in the booth spitting
Like bacon on a skillet that yo bitch make for me
With some eggs and a biscuit after I'm done killing
Only up

billie jean
Cobain smelt teen spirit
Type of music that give people chills
When they hear it
This that type of hot
Like when the eye touch a skillet
Those

afterwards, post partum
These streets grisly, bare with us
That's that cold play
Man, stick a spoon in your dog
Now they Yoplait
Thе way I skillet crews

out eat retry thanksgiving
So unique pass by ad libbing
Heard my sheets shorty fry that chicken
Baby gotta eat gotta get my commission 
OT all day off

fire leave em toasted onna skillet

Gettin to that bread yea I'm countin on spinach 

Ion fuck wittem they be actin fo ah image  

Yea im gettin dough I

RTD dropped we made a new hit
Don't worry bro because you ain't got a permit
Trying to bag Molly when she grinding up on Schmidt (that's Luke by the way

to a place like that
Food on the table
Cats in the window
TV in the background, wow
Lord, help me please
Gonna fall to my knees
'Cause I'm overjoyed by this

Had to dub back for da remix catch a nigga lackin on some sweet shit
Live by da gun you gon die by it, I really practice wat I'm preachin
Fareal tho

ain't got no topic
But I bet it still makes profit
Shout out to John C.
And I'm just talkin' shit
Now I ain't nobody special
Just Challenged By Greatness

and bob wire nigga
And that poverty so guap to me be dire nigga
I fell in love with the feeling put me in the skillet and ima go cook
I done seen hell where

my pocket I be lumping a sum
Think my niggas in a band by the way that they drum


Imma keep it str8 to the point only rollin up a wood heard you