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it’s a mistake you can’t redo
30 mixtapes and 1 album that’s a preview
Still dont feel famous
Middle fingers to the camera man
Balancing raps like

a brah who like to talk a lot (Yasis)
I play my music loud the neighbours call the cops (Yasis)
My brasse still lamming by the corner shop (Yasis)
I shoot

question the set
So much bread and cheese I'm trying to out pizza the hut
Not the shooter, .45 connect your head to the butt

Feel unstoppable cause I done

bread we touching bout to go open up a Schlotzky's
Legends of the weekend all I needs a Bella Hadid
She gone suck the chocolate off my shit like it's

Yo
Yo

This for all the girls I know that would never tell me no
Who post photos wit' quotes by Marilyn Monroe
Swear they ain't diggin' for no

the game by the pimp from Hempstead 
now I've got the ice money that's baguette bread 
I pay the haters no mind and forget them

Kings they find them and hide them in the asylum in the catacomb modern day of Rome
Daughter of sodom when I turn in this album they want to try on my

2 All You Hoes

Trae

Year of the Underdawgs

2002

motherfuckers must ain't peeped them
Last two albums, for real, dick riders

[Hook - 2x]
All you hoes, talking down
Guard your grill, keep moving around

for my bread
I'll turn your muscles to lobster
Wifey playing nurse
And guess who's playing the doctor?
Dr king, Dr dre, man I sold pharmaceuticals
I did

You gay get a dress
A hundred dollars permit's me to put
My gauge to your breast
Do you really speak on the street
Keep my face on the bread
You ever

me and get to the big homie
I'm bout to max her card out to the limit
I ain't got a big house like (Twisted)
I ain't dropped a big album like (Twisted)

We got an army, we loaded ready to hit 'em

Check it yo call me Zilla
I'm a monster with clap and kicks
The reason alone
You niggas pushing albums back

(I'ma do it like that, YB) ayy, stick it up
Yeah, all 'bout my bread, brioche
Get you some money, good girl ayy, bitch

It's Leo, you don't gotta ask

large medallions
We had no fathers, we’d resort to violence
We were taught bravado from our Onyx albums

Hip-hop, to the core
I’d bop to The score
Rap

Chilling by the palm trees long bread come with tall cheese
Being a boss come with small fees
It ain't a crime unless the law sees

I got hating niggas that

song
Let's appreciate it while it's on
For every soldier who got hit by a
Roadside bomb and lost an arm
If you got an arm put your fuckin'
Arm in the sky

a nigga under me
GREAT you lil niggas better run from me
And i still pour lean by the 4oz
Same nigga back used to sell OG
Nigga yeah that's on GOD
I used

them
They're all on the drugs so
They mumble when they speak (Ha ha ha)
And all your favorite rappers trash
And all y'all albums weak (Facts)
They're all

grab a titty
They know the album is litty
Niggas envision my kitty
But this kitty ain't for regular niggas
I need your account on a billi racks
Where you

Of anybody or anything
MB2
Listen people ask what it mean
To be set up to win
It mean that money coming fast
And that bread is legit
Determination perseverance

missin', he said he gang, that's no convincin'
Know that I'm gon' go the distance
Thought I was done but I'm still spittin'
My bank keep goin' up by

Hold Up

Stat Quo

Street Status

2006

when I do it sound like the trap, 
Competition left me in flat, I'm just hoping that you trap, 
I'm just hoping you try to try me, 
Get drag around by

2 All You Hoes

Guerilla Maab

Year of the Underdwags, Pt. 2

motherfuckers must ain't peeped them
Last two albums, for real, dick riders

[Hook - 2x]
All you hoes, talking down
Guard your grill, keep moving around

mixtapes, basics
Some of them have never run this race
They're aimless
Stuntin on their bread in a big way, amazin
Nothing, never ever a big brain, patience