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All these lil rappers cap

Yeah ya friend got a gat

But you ain’t about that 

Bruh you’d squeal like a rat  



By myself everyday I move fucking

been pouring tears and pouring blood I'm dropping sweat
Lost a hundred on a bet another fifty to the feds
I've been running shit yeah I'm drowning in

hood
You forgot that I been through it
Ion fit in cause I out grew it
I don't look up to you niggas I get admired by my kids
You ain't been through

might go
Head to neck with this noose and write a new suicide note
If your pushing my buttons, Dont be looking for 5-0
I can only see red here when I blue

to kneel
Plenty shade
But keep it real
50 shades
On ricochet
No shit
The bang
On hit
Amazing
Put the shame
On bitches
Blazing
Put the blunt on patience

a little bit of Tris on her lip, see how she sip
Whole gang full of slayers, we're gonna put you up, cut you by your wrists
Most of these kids want a fix
It

becoming the bigger fellow
Acting shit is mellow & obvi them people jell-o
Giving me advice I don't listen to what they tell
Old friends pass by I don't even

Joe
Yo tengo el fuego I'm hot right right now
Anyone who want my wave gon
Have to cut like 50 for the favor
Big checks dont come without haters
But I

head, that's why his top missin'
Yeah, I got a cat, little boy, that's why your thot fishin'

Alright, now let's get to it
TJ drop 50 on a nigga, told him

Yeah, bitch said it really is
Niggas always talkin' on my name, let's see how real it get
Brodie slidin' with a few jawns, that's bound to hit his

I be getting that paper yea
We cut up a nigga
Like a taper yea
Ballin like the lakers yea
I be getting bread
Just like a baker yea

When the bad

disappear/when the coast is clear/
In the cut too long/then the shade appears/
Don't backtrack/I stack racks/
Got 50 bands in my backpack/
Set rat traps/for these

at an auction, fifty bones
Put it on my tab cause you owe me fucking bread
Plus you owe all the fucking time I put in as your friend Grinding like a table-saw,

No need for gun fire
Bitch I'm fire
Another rhyme and somebody dies
It's becoming so Common I ain't from the Chi
So cut to the chase get cho body

Amazin Confidence wear suit 
Niggas amazed by my style, that they never knew
Wearin' the suit in the hell like on Netflix, Lucifer
Douple 50 means no

Sour pills, hash flour
Around with my gun cock
I'm movin by the hour
Hand on the steering wheel ice in my
Call my niggas up
Tell em on my way

rap but I come from the trap
I'ma get this shit by any means
Bitch, I came from the dirt, now my ashes exotic
You want a song, I want a feat', pussy

MVP

Charles Hamilton

Hamilton, Charles

2016

aborted
Don't ask my opinion, it's not important
I always tell [?] try pot and snort shit
And tell women touch my cyclops and force it
But chill, this

Now all these girls around me fine
Girls changed up I'm surrounded by some dimes 
Damn they know ain't know that I can rhyme
16 sneaking off coronas

by Sinclair, fistful of Oregon Trail
Stuffed inside the Steve Harvey tupperware
Good luck
40K on the princess cuts, get my dick sucked
Watching Nip

Yeah whoop
This is the remix man
I go by the name of Nu Jerzey Devil
Oh! Fo sho'
It's your boy 4-6 man I'm out here with my boy Yurok
What up Smoke

Or tell you what a Aston is, he thought I drove a Genesis
The logo look the same but check the changes, see the differences
Sum it up, I'm rich as shit

Pumped

Shagnastys

Midnight Machine Gun Rhymes And Alibis

2002

got balls this should remind ya
-ima franchise, right by you're liar, dumb freak divider, fuel for the fire
Thank god hisle, now niggas call a siree,