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four might just
Turn up at your show me watching in a venue
Man we're leaving with your soul
I ain't tweeting little hoes
I need my P's to come and grow

stay to the end
Just Couldnt catch my breath
Between ashing zest
Smashing sets
And tryna match the best
I was lacking rest
But thats the cuzzy of death

in the trap
You ain't going places 'less you end up with Savage
Fuck Scarti, that boy switched over racks
Got a couple people tryna frame me cuz I

boolin with lil mama end up smashing no intentions
(Smash smash)
The ambiance of A is what she love the clout is different
You gone pop my n**** just be

you gone end up on the morning news
I'm steady moving how I move lemme tie my shoe
If I can do it once I do it again like a deja vu
I get big bands I

the smoke
(Bitch)
Run up them bands
She dance with no hands
I got In my bag
Get straight to the cash
Hop in the wraith
And I'm doing the dash
(Uh, uh)
Y'all

your face
You got them dues
And we brought them K's
We don't collect
Either pay up or spray
Bitches butt naked
Now count up my pay
Suck on my dick
While

Of bounds he's getting fried
Taking trips out of town, getting high
Get caught with these pounds, I'm doing life
Gotta' do what we do to get by
Street nigga,

From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up
All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)
So I go straight at opponents' heads with this

a friend, nothing else
Got you weak in the knees, when the lies gonna end
You know what ain't gonna cheat on you my guy?
Mehn it's the bands my guy
Brother

day I gotta stack up these bands
Reach out to me and I'll grab your hand 
What I'm going through you won't understand 
Make my phone ring it ring it

and AR if you can 
I ain’t worried bout no beef if it ain’t coming with no bands
Real street nigga (scratch) I grew up throwing hands 
Only keep a strap

become overwhelmed with the surge of surrealism
That I let go
I let my walls fall into you
Heavy with grace
But you catch me and ever drop before one can

up or get light up by a nine nine
Brother grew up in project housing, rats around him
Niggas selling bricks and flip it to a thousand
12 gon slide wit

we were still on the bus, nigga
Before Nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a brush
When there still wasn't hoes tryna fuck with me
'Fore I cleaned up

raised in a lower middle class family with only one
brother Michael whom I love dearly.
He was five years my senior.
My father's nickname was Red which I

I-I-I-I-I'm with my twin, finna blow me a bag up in Louis 
Then go cop a crib on the North side
1500, that's the gang, no, I cannot switch on my brothers

show my face dawg you ain't leaving
Stack bands
Need the money now fuck a back end
Ten toes down she gon catch a back hand
I got millis on my mind while

What the fuck Tat Tat Tat
That's my brother & I love em 
Wrong or right I'm gon ride 
Got it tatted on my stomach 
But my city on my back 
Life with

and catch the fuck up
All my niggas sour, patch your ass the fuck up
Your niggas just flour, no dough and no nuts
They sweet as Dunkin' Donuts, end up lunch

on a mission you can't even fucking stand by us
I'm walking with my bands up
Walking wit' my hand tucked
Walk in with this cash yup
I'm walking wit a bag tucked

you ain't talking money then end of discussion
I'll catch you either way no hiding or running
Strapped up with the wrench ain't doing no plumbing
Sneak

Mental Case

Kool Keith

First Come, First Served

1999

ambulances, by the wheelchair

Dangerous action, I'm the movie, I'm the main attraction
Fuck up your front lawn with m&m's, jiffy popcorn
Piss in your

a Wraith
I did that time by myself
Ain't no nigga sent me nothin'
You see your opp up in that jam
Then you better get to scuffin'
Catch a goofy, whack