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I'ma poster child for the hustle
You a poser child for them bustas
Game up for grabs, I'ma take it
Try to stay down like the pavement
Live by

for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These

blues
Down a secondary road that
Severely shows it's age
The forties comes to life
On a makeshift stage

It's the Bob Roberts Society Band
Playing every

down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause

Where

I’m like baby is you shittin me
I got my bands up you nigga ain’t as lit as me
I put some bands up just for them to go and rip my jeans
All these

need to know if this real
Shawty is you really down by my side
And the police be on me for real
Had to pull over and tell her to drive
And she making

a sad misfortune came over me
Which caused me to stray from the land
Far away from my friends and relations
Tied up by the black velvet band


Her eyes

her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band

So come all you jolly young fellows
A warning take by me
When you are out on the town, me lads
Beware

you down, so wassup now
Enough bands Imma put you in a bussdown
Always love the way the I cook cause' it bite back
Put it in reverse, lemme see you do

that I was in the band
The people found out that I drum and yea I was the man
Young fly nigga yea I always had a plan
Switching designers yea I knew I

Been stacking like frito lay, two duffel bags and a briefcase
Trying to count it by hand we be thumbing through them bands in the H
In the H, run it

shooting blanks
I be throwing bullets, got signed by the fucking Saints
Me and e got bands, might just go and buy a tank
Shot my ex-bitch boat down, now it

You should know I be getting the bands
Save my money to watch it expand
Got them bars I ain't talking bout xans
Fuck ya hoe pass her down to my mans

was safe
But that's just one problem of a load that's on his plate
'Cause now he's on his face-down to his last racks
The night he sent them young

Can't Stop Won't Stop

YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Mind of a Menace, Vol. 3: Reloaded

2017

try me, I'ma spray something
Piping down on you bitch boys, won't take nothing
Real killer, murk a nigga and won't say nothing
All my niggas sliding,

How I Live

YoungBoy Never Broke Again

38 Baby

2016

than a year
I gotta get it nigga knowing what it is
Got a family counting on me so you knowing whats the deal
Draw down, give it up, nigga knowing

Luca on the track
Ayy, AR (Ayo Eli, what the fuck?)

I seen y'all unemployment done ran out
Shit, what's the plan now?
Niggas diss us, but niggas be

Pussy, we'll drum the band on 'em

I unwrap the package (ho) 
Ayy, I've been trappin-trappin' (ho)
Yeah, since I was a young nigga (ho, what?)
You

In n out but i'm not from the bay
By myself I don't care what they say
Hit a lick at like 5 in the day
Walk down with that choppa broad day
That lil

and the k
Tell my young ones draw down even if its broad day
Fuck the laws i'm on the phone trying to pay this j pay
if it's smoke I pop off in the room make

Never Die

Cee Lo Green

Quality Street Music

2012

the good die young do the bad die old? (Let me know)
I'm just trying to carry my load another good nigga livin' by the bad guy code
Lookin' for the Lord

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique
Clique, clique, clique clique
I’m T-Raww young nigga I’m the shit
Shit, shit, shit, shit
I said ain’t nobody

tryna bust down three snow bunnies on a rainy day
Off the dribble, missed last time
I'm finna shoot again
Me, Reem, Eli was at the lab
We was tryna plot

yo bro but deep down they hating
Where them young ins bending corners keep it off the safety
Keep it on you daily

I'll throw some bands around my neck