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What U Workin' Wit

Beelow

Ballin' 4 Billions

in the hummers
Cause I know them boys be some chiefing last summer
Buffet fire is my drink, and I drinks it daily
So I buys it by the truck load, so I

acting mad cool
Used to act a goddamn fool
Like there ain't no future in this rap shit
Now she begging for backstage
Passes to Summer Jam i laugh
People in

gravity
You mad at me I fill a gym sock up with batteries
I beat ‘em in the fuckin' head, that's a fatality
Fuck you and a random whore by the name

for me
"Where's the album? Where he at?"
They say "I love you" when you sad
You keep it real, they keep it real
I do not wanna write no raps
I

Sore

Buck 65

Sore

2004

to smash out the windows with a crowbar. 
And as the headlights shatter into stars one by one, 
I curse the at the road and try to knock out the sun. 
I

Change My Life

Kalin and Myles

Kalin and Myles

2015

The night falls on another single summer 
It's kinda cool so I put on my jumper
Yeah, it remind me of Kehlani's album cover
I might take

by potent mental mixtures 
Won't lend image or name to peddle liquor
Commodifying addiction makes these predators richer
I speak life word to Sev

word you can feel it in the cadence
Bet I got herb, you can through the fragrance
You smell what the rock is cookin'
Niggas tryna get by but the cops is

dumps
Give you a kidney punch, and mug you to get me lunch
See me every summer, layin up against the dumpster
With a one hundred dollar jumper, smothered

range
Glock spit poison
Bitch I'm back like I never fuckin left
Y'all nigga take the summer off
Imma take a check
Keep it real with the niggas that's gone

to boast
DJ HVNK
That last banger I just played for y’all is called Lazarus
And it’s on PANIC
A new album
By the 707
A young team on the come up
A group

an album felt so drowning 

And it feels like my soul is so low
And it feels like I'm riding solo
It's like nobody feels like you do
Ain't the same without

SO I went Berkeley
That summer was weird
Almost lost my virginity and hung out at the beach
LONG TOEs
Berkeley turned out toxic
Junior Year was a blast

'can you stop by?' 
We might drop another bomb 
Make it long, 15 seconds in and it's another song 
For you all summer long 
Blastin' out your speakers

sightings
Of the crazy space pirate baby ladies by I-90
Where a lot of old friends are found face down in a gutter
And the most beautiful women around are

closer
Show-stopper like album closers
Pedal exposure into deals and nondisclosures
Amount the totals, growing older made me anti-social
Cook up with

with eachother
Supporters getting shook they want to tell on eachother
If it was you or I? we'd be in jail through every summer
The position of power

Who woulda thought our last convo, would be our last convo
Scroll by your contact in my phone
Tried to read our text history but won't that strong

I Need It (prod. by Cormill)

(Chorus)
I just keep feinin & feinin (& feinin x2)
I need it I need it
My money is blue I’ve been eatin’
I gotta get

no no don't address them
Can't you see how they dress them
They probably surrounded by models and a
Bunch of them yes men
I'm surrounded by no-men oh

Uh huh
Uh huh YTP
VERSE 1
Any album Imma Gangsta
And I stay real high
Yeah imma Pisces not a bird I stay real fly
Not a fish
But my favorite shit is

I dropped her harder than my album next spring
This single fallin' in the summer with a flow colder than a winter freeze
I'm on every track providing

majesty
Took the beat from Queen B
Name is Heir
But you know I'm king
What you think?
This one for the freaks
By my second Drink
I want a summer fling
You

parents
Not them parents but my fucking real parents
Not by blood but they made me
You've really done the best
You've really fucking saved me
From slipping