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good weed and were ballin out
In the studio everyday never clockin out
Say they wanna rap now there droppin out

Money in our pockets and were cashing

still trying to drop three albums by Labor Day, motherfucker

Saturday morning cartoons
Filling up a medical balloon with some hot sauce
Goddamn, I saw

[Intro]

You mother fuckers don’t even know!
Let’s go!

[Verse]

Here I come mother fuckers hold onto your dicks,
I got my fuckin’ knife and I’m

lock 'em
(aye) in the back seat (trippy) me I
Got the- (D-DCR will tear you down)

Rip your skull out by ya spine
You can deepthroat this Glock 9
Snort

don't care what I think
My other album proved me right was told to get a shrink
You ain't helpin shit you helpin me go home n drink
I can never sleep in

home in the catskills
To be mad real still at mom's house
Thought I'd be rich by now
Bout half my age now, fourteen
I started writing my sixteens
They

sprintin' or I'm limpin'
Since a jit (lil jit), been so legit, determined and committed
Nothing's promised so I'm gettin' it while I'm livin'

They say

homie
You wish I'd throw you ho's under the bus
You could never be Regina George you bum
You givin Gretchen, Karen
Just play your role
I sit sunny-sided

phone, come by the crib
We in the pool, I slid it in
I slid it in, I slid it in
I take a quick shower then hit again
That fat chocolate ass is like m&m's
I

on The Shield
Talkin' shit to Vic Mackie with no album
And no deal lB helped but damn that boy real
I swear to God
If my swagger was money I'd be
Worth like three

some diamonds on my arm
I knew the plan up all along
A n**** rob me i'd be darned
Get the work up from the farm
Made 10 bands by dawn
In my hood Ima don

Nicholas Cage
Bet they go cray inside the big grave
(Eh uh uh, eh uh uh, eh)
This game's a fucking circus
And who's on microphone right now?
It's Mister

many wanna beef, police
You ain't hittin' me (Nah)
They just kids sippin' too much Rikodeine
(Ha) i can make 'em go woi-wee like Digga D
(Yeah)
I can

Better Things

Wrekonize

The War Within

2013

applications
Shit I like to rhyme and I won a battle or two
Down at the PAC with the crew the kid from broward can duel
Yeah he got a few filler lines
By now

Intro

Young Rome

Food for Thought

2004

cell anemia
Platinum status so I treat hoes like they the media
I keep em off me no replies or comments
And haters can go out the same way that saddam

and they lost the key
I'm mad as fuck 'cause by now
I'd be on album three
I keep beggin' but no oh oh oh
They wont let me go oh oh oh
I thought it was

alone
She says she wanna get DP'd by Dikulz and Z
She told me she want Bishop to dress up like
Capt hook and take the bitch to sea
When I walked in

It's Not Easy (Being Green)

Pierre Bouvier

This Gigantic Robot Kills

2009

the
Recording of this album!
I got it with this gift certificate I won at the save
The sea turtles marathon run dude!
Check it out! I wrote all of the lyrics

of the world turned me to a grown up
I’m watching time go by like a meter man
Wishing I never had to grow up like Peter Pan
Cause now I live the life of a grown

she'd like my songs
Yeah, cause moms they usually do
It's just a weird show that she went to 
Yeah the crowd didn't give me no love
I played too many

a Oscar and go right back to the projects.
I’m someone they pretend to be, suckas don’t get my energy.
I was a young’n in that cutlass bumpin

concentrate, you know we keep it real
Yeah it’s Hess and D.R.E and you know we finna kill
Everyday I’m smokin' weed, nah we ain’t poppin pills
Nah we don’t fuck

If I drop an album and no hears does it still make a sound
Is it like a tree in the forest when it falls and no one's around
If I play a show and no

through it all
Ive been through it all
And I'd do it again long as Im with you
(with you)
Hop in my Bentley Bentayga, im swerving
Taking my mind off