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and the yellows 
Niggas know I'm up next 
I chill on the block with the fellas 
They link me with just one text
I hustle to feed all my family 
I hustle to get big

My dick's too big
It isn't fitting those hoes
Why am I hitting these chicks
They are gettin' my dick
But I am gettin' no closer
It's just getting much

Feed no pussy
I guess that's why
A nigga gettin fat
Pockets on triple double
Ain't no defending that
Do my dirt by my lonely
Codefendants rat
I was

Well ain't you the baddest girl in the world
I might go skrr right off your curves
Blowing money to put you up in the burbs
Cuz all that chicken feed

THE BOYS  GET DRUNK AND DRINK ALL NIGHT  SPEND MY PAY AND SLEEP ALL DAY  WAKE UP AND PICK UP A FIGHT  YOU'D THINK BY NOW I'D LEARN  YOU'D THINK I'D SEE

of persistence
Looked down for a second then up from the prison
Heard the wind pick up full force of resistance
When I tried to take a step inept appeared to be

up my intentions, I just gotta get back to the dream
Had to put the drugs down, but all them tabs still in my spleen
That's probably why I think

like toast
I'm ready to drop
Just like the label
I'm going to break ya legs yo
Like a fucked up table
My chicks are looking
Better than Sable
I'm

to do is call 
I'll be your lover and your handyman. 

I feed the dogs 
I cut the grass 
I wash the car 
I tap that ass.


Written by Marlon Franklyn

like a possessed painter trying to pace up this paper in this den of pay cuts
I need to feed my pen it's now not later
God bless my labor
Push away them

of the Carter 
You know, the ones who made it, who wasn't trapped by the thought of 
Only selling drugs saying this the way a nigga brought up 

Do the Project

Everyday

Promatic

Promatic

hop, Proof and Dog I'm 'a tick
Get off our dick
And pick up your face
While you watch us floss whips (whips)
Who's packin' gats for us
Bag a rack

Yeah
I'm locked in
Yeah
Got Zeus with me
We rollin' deep
Yeah
They tried to kick me when I'm down like I ain't gonna get back up and beat the fuck

pockets are heavy and that’s some legendary shit
We gotta make it by all means necessary get
Siyabulala they are in sammitary mix
Bafunani laba they are in

a rap like Ahkmed
Make the jam like Ted, the work ethic is sick
Keep two balls up in my drawers for fake niggas and chicks

So we gon' turn the volume way

Kaepernick
Salute my shorts you stupid norks
Catch me abusin' whores at the nude resort
Peep the Wraith I'm in
Paid by Raytheon
Cuz we blowin' up whenever we

Makaveli in the booth spitting heat 
Capsaicin in my belly chew these mc chickens like they peri peri
You a'int never seen a supervillain cook like

good cause they doing the most
When I walk I'm walking with 10 toes
When I rap I'm rapping with 10 flows

and your bitch on my body come get those
Maybe

chick boy I'm smooth like butter
Pedal to the metal I promise I won't let up
Shoutout to the real ones that told me keep my head up
Walking with a hand

stay calm retain moisture we're in the final hour
And they lost like hippy chicks staring at a boy poster
Wake up you're blinded by the backdrop

with the phone it’s 5 bill by 1 now he feeling in he’s zone n he ringing up he’s guy like he’s doing alright I got a monkey Ima tell you what’s it doing

and money up by the point when he was giving you a cabbie ride
Crack head you doing crowds like a brack head
Crack head get on my top like a black head
You

light up the haze
I think she knows my face 
Big back, she rotate like oh my days
Chit chat nah no way she knows my ways
I'ma link her at seven be home by

a chicken a mandi more
For our leaders make we nah lead us well
So that our hand work go feed us well
We go dey pray, every night and day
God bless