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There'll be a time, I open my eyes
Cloud full of signs, I realize
F what they say, I'm on a wave
Snitch, you gon' pay, move with the wind
In the drop

Fredo!

I Got some employee's on the payroll
Now they calling me up for ah stage show
Still we're hopping out on deez'
Fuck-boys on da main road
And dem

I'm established

Ay top drop
For the summer I'm a pimp at heart
I ain't good at being a lover
It's 223 shells on the floor
My niggas known for leaving

a hobby
More than enough sauce in my skinny body
Big chillin' like Harlow, my eyes Sonic
So now I'ma really drop
These visions for 2020 when I'm
Landin' in

on the fucking damn steering wheel

Why the fuck you keep on
Calling my damn phone? Bitch
Ain't you a grown bitch?
I just want some dome, bitch
If you think I'ma

different
Rome Streetz proceed to roll weed
And clock chicken the plot thickens
The shit you niggas drop is not hittin'
Been cream of the crop
I can see no

off a pint, Jesus Christ
I might crash tonight
Throw us in the Hall of Fame (Swish)
Half-court, full court, shit
I'm calling gang
Turn the blender

like it rough more ego than tough
I'm calling your bluff the bass drum erupts
Your blood pressure drops strictly corrupt
'Till Karma goes "what's up?"

a job
Tell her sign to Death Row (Come on)
She ain't gotta drop a song
Just give us that nigga lo'
(yeah, it's 'Box) i been hot every since I
Dropped that

 I get violent on these mics
Can turn a phrase like Ike and Tina
Stories bloodied and beaten so well
 we're calling
'em red tales, how convenient,

Checked him on the phone now he
Calling and I ain't picking up
Beat a nigga ass like he owe me sum
Beat his ass but money gotta show me sum
Me and swapping

the ceilings do
Like a drop in the ocean
Soft yellow and blue

I got a new way of talking
But you're not calling me
Why's everybody sitting on the fence

and calling, I'ma block that bitch
Drop her off to her boyfriend, let him stalk that bitch
I be into comin' up, stackin' up them poker chips
I heard it's

came back to set it straight
Rolling up grip on my Glock 9
I get so high that I stop time
Send me the addy I'll drop mine
Changing the game every

A song we used to sing
When did it go sideways?
I hear you calling again

In this life
I will always be a fool in love
Hold me tight
All these

dissolving
Along with the thought of you and I
I keep on calling
I feel like I’m exposed
I feel like we switched roles
Almost like we switched clothes
Don’t

really ain't got no time (I'm busy)
More money cah I picked up a different grind (Yes, I did)
Now they're calling me a different guy (No, I'm not)
You got

couldn’t manage
I used to be besties with the snow flakes
Used to drop it on the table like I’m Salt Bae
Had everybody flocking for the dope
And if I had

spinning through hoods
(Hoods) i drop a bag on his head
I'm calling shots like I'm Suge
(Like Suge)

I got the word around, you want knock me off
But that's

now months later me and
Christian getting shaky
He telling me to stall but
I'm tryna drop Macy's
He said that it could go if
I just change a couple

calling baby when you coming home i just need the pen and paper baby where my microphone 
Used to go inhale some vapors hoping that they sing along 
Really

him spendin' all around the world
Pussy got him calling up his patnas, damn, I love this girl
He nicknamed the pussy cookie, Taraji
This for all

Too much DBE or Dave man 
Wasteman 
calling my line 
Please save man 
Situations got him feeling confused 
If punch you in the face rn post up 
Il get