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with the mask on
We like twelve Kick in yo door with out the badge bruh
I got some followers on Instagram 
That don't really give a damn 
They don't even

and shaking sweating and anxious
Time to get it together and gather my patience
Through my door into my room holding back tears thinking I'm doomed
Psycho

business 
Don't stay on yours 
Yo 
My ufo got butterfly doors 
So I'm often 
Blasting off to interstellar auctions 
Smoking a spliff rate grade c 
From

me
Tell that nigga get off my dick
Cause all my niggas got rich off hitting the streets
I hit the lottery off my degree
You tried to shun you are not

bitch, know you scandalous

If you want smoke, I'm the cancer stick
Dropped off an O, he can't handle brick
I can't stop gettin' this paper
Then my

me for
I guess that I could grab my gun
Shillelah would be a lot more fun
Hide in the shadows till he get close
And always aim right at the throat
Kids

After-hours, treeful lane, little red silk dress
Almost teared me a heartbeat, 'til my balloons popped by the hanging lollipop off your

we used to have?
You used to smile at me, hold my hand
You used to grab me
Right when I would walk in the door
And tell me I was beautiful
Now we don't

of gloves
Guess I'll take another hit, least I know I warmed my lungs
Grab a coffee to keep my fingers from getting numb
Drink it slow, don't chug, just like

experiments
All the final plans we had ain’t adjacent to the payment
Don’t go messing with my cash or I’ll put your head in the pavement
Then grab their mangled

I keep thirty on this bitch like Rambo
Hennebeeto behind the counter by the Jack Daniels
And the amigos gon' keep it unless you handle your candle

bitches
I don't even open that door, they like where the fuck is his manners?
I was clutching that nine everyday on my walks home from school
The police

just come in da house ain't no need to knock
Mask on
40 min passed
Now we on his porch
Grab the handle
The door opens Iḿ just laughing Like a cose
Caught

toking on we make no joke
Mafia we handle business
The whip got on like 5% tintage
Give my son like 10k when he ready
And we race like Tay-K after missions

eating scraps
I'm trying to get my meat
They said no food comes by for the lazy
I had to grab my feet
I'm trying to get that ac colder
I'm trying to get my

can't hold me
But my trust is still withholding
I'm pulling and towing not knowing what's showing not growing 
Just flowing don't worry keep rowing you'll

pop it, pop it

Now it's time for the entree that's ready
Grab me by my thighs, and keep us steady
Don't worry about the boat, I keep a deep throat

Forever

Eightball & MJG

Living Legends: Chopped and Screwed

2004

four-door and my two seater
I'm make them say skeeter skeeter
Keep up and grab the ball back just like I'm Derek Jeter
I know you want to fuck my hoe but

Where is the bass kick that shit in
Grab the extended smack that shit in
I'm losing control then i'm grabbing my grip
I'm linking wit her then i'm

Kyrie Irving my handles sick
On every mic I grab and verse I spit
And if the verse is shit I rework it
I put my head down flip it and reverse it
Just

I can make a track off the top of my head
Yea I can write it down or I grab the mic and just spit
And I remember when
Didn't sleep on a bed
Sleeping

Uh
Welcome to my mind
(Welcome)

Uh
Welcome to my mind

Uh
Welcome to my mind
(Take a seat)

Oh
(Grab some popcorn)

[Verse 1] 0:21
When I was

#1 Crew in the Area

Mack 10

The Recipe

1998

I hold Mac's with 2-1's
plus the deuce-5's at my side so I got two guns (That's right)

Chorus:

It don't stop til the casket drop
Quick

the greetings were kind
The people will shine
When the life aquatic
Palm trees by the pool girl this lifes exotic
All the answers to the universe I don't got it