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by myself to these niggas I'm never cool
Heated from the pain so I need me some cold Jewelry
Late night I be thinking
An insomniac
Shordy scared she

that
They tried to hit me up but I ain’t type back
Now this off the dome
B**ch I’m the king where the fuck is my throne
Flow be so cold turn yo shit into

gottem see sick
Now I'm pulling up on your beaches
But I call them women cause I ain't that cold
But you know I ain't never gave a sheet, Switch
The flow

a youngin' bitch I been that pretty bih
I ain't a player in the game I'm the referee
Put my man on timeout he need my vitamin P
When I walk in the room, all

She say I’m her gang bro
Know how the game go
You ain’t my only fan
Lame hoe, fuck on the bang bro’s
And I fucked most your friends
I’m the doggest

near
But we live high we drive by our life is filled with goodbyes
Someone have a good night it's time to smoke and get high
I can't take this you made

to lag
Playin’ games with me, bitch this is not tag
Pull up Banshee, then I skirt off in a Jag
I came up on this road, did not know where to go
Don’t fuck

the microphone
You better duck fo you get hit and yo life is gone
I pass the joint on the track like it was baton
Extendos in rotation and they extra long
Extra

give it 
I go

Slime your dog with bone 
I could sink yo damn boat
But I got to go get it 
Before I go broke 
I got people to show 
And I been cold

your lung like some dope
No joke
All you foo's be bumming
Muthafucking rap game
Cheque be running
On beat like percussion
Destruction
All in yo head like

or could be
Exterminated by police like I'm a mouse or I (Yo)
Could have a run in with white men outside my neighborhood
Or white women call cops on the boy

Kill the game ain’t no way it gotta be breathing 
Said I’m tryna ball like I got it receding 
In the field tryna moss dat kind of receiver 
Any nigga

Beat go hard, young Telo made this?
If you a real ass nigga bop yo head to this shit
Ran out of fucks to give I just been moving too vibrant
Can’t

don't play no games unless it's smash bro's Tekken or Halo
I learned most of my lessons through all of my failures
Tell me about it
I've lived in

the games on me
Highlights fame ain't a stain on me
Flow so flame got degrees of fleek
I can't ever ever stop with the plan
Got a chance never-never land

wood 
I put the 1/8 
This blueberry Og 
Super tasty 

Livin life chase bands 
At high speed 
I just turned 
Yo favorite 
Bitch house 
To a pharmacy 
Tell

Gotta get the moneybag like yo
So when I come I go
Through Forest Hill I drive and the hearts still cold
Scream loyalty they don't even know what that

all the greats, you chasing Balmain Jean's
You niggas out here playing games,
Mis
Using ya fame
When she ask to take the test why do ya slander her name

situation is all a game, but homie
I know you'd sell your soul just for some fame
Uh, any little prick that come up to me with a challenge
Is for sure in for

vocalize and it's goin right now I'm goin right after goat status
And no one like me is flowin high key I'm motorized by my soul woah
I'm tryina find me

a cold game, bitches be talking but don't say my name
You got a vest but they're aiming for brain
Know me some people who goin' insane
Multiple bodies

flow feeling way low
But its really none ya business muthafucka
That's just way cold
In the game yo spittin like a flame throw
Standing ten toes ready

Nose in the air, she walking by and niggas speak
She want a boss nigga, don’t want a lost nigga
Classy but she want a street nigga she don’t want a house

ain't gonna spin the block And yo know where
Iight yeaa I got it
How you ain't gonna spin
Iight Ok ok yeah bet
Come on come on
Come on
How you ain't gonna