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just keep on walkin' on by
I said just keep on walkin' on by

I kinda give a fuck
Y'all bitches now
Messed up my feelings then left town

It's a mob in

Smack fire out you lame Disc Jocs, why did you make this hot?
They all rappin' 'bout the same wristwatch
Call all of our women by they names, change

it by
Tearing butterflies in half
And some men do it in Palm Springs
Laying it into butter-blondes
With Cadillac souls
Cadillacs and butterflies

plugs is an art dealer rushin' the money
I love it, I won't give it up over nothin

Shit, family can die by the hunnid
Niggas know me, bitch, I'm big for

the headlights
When the bass hits
You like yo this joint hard
And they ain't saying anything
I got this picture on the canvas
I'm still painting it
The red is

simply say there's no debate
The music is the only way
I can communicate
But by the time you here this
It's prolly gon' be too late
I never give you

a beast
It was hard days
In a dark place
But I thank God
I made it from the streets
Just a starving kid
He just trying to eat
Fighting hell of demons
He

at light speed, make it a hot summer
in New York, New York - a.k.a. Ground Zero
The Big Apple, with the worms in the middle (eww)
The White Castle,

you tell me just why?
Your eyes give it away, every time
When I make you feel wanted, you like
How I'm in tune with your desires
Read your mind
I

all of you get Salamanca’d
And it Yatahey comprende’ que pasa
A payaso do it for la raza
Picasso painting all the pictures in the pain
Take

told me she got it, I say, that's terrific
I've been by the business since I was a kid
And been jumping like Tigger
And hop over niggas, there's no

Can't give, to whats happening
I had to take it
Like popping a picture
Put up picture
Baby I don't know whats in this drink
Is in the mixture?
Lookin

still hungy but can't know, I ain't ate enough
Told the driver, spin around, I can't lie, it's red hot
Can't find a way to make it work, go and make one

fun
If you don't fuck with Milk, then I don't give a fuck
Bitch it's always Milk Season cause my money always up
By now you really aught to know, I sip

a butterfinger but I'm in the kitchen
Hand looking like I pressed it over the stove
But I wrote and I hoved til I broke the mold
By Jove I ain't never seen a nerd

Uh…..I got it good (Neyo)

I put product in the street that sell quicker than
weed, I spit it raw like I'm flippin a key 
I got what y'all need

Zoom
You niggas too dusty get swept with a broom
Kush in the pack too loud it go boom
I'm blowing Os counting dough
Laying low stack paper by the show

coming in first place
I'm running circles, I don't know where it ends
The clock is ticking and I'm letting it spend
The days are flying by and still

Droppin' more lead then a terrorist in jewel shop

(Verse 2)
Duel Glocks
Nineteens
Flip switch
Red Beams
Shut up bitch
Just take these bullets when I pull it

you went out in style
Over the pride of your own greed
For what its worth, I've lost my mind
By keeping up, I've wasted time
Id give it up to be by your

olive oils 

Company Flow fuck please 

Bitch put away the fucking piteous punchlines 

Blue Blockers break under the red light, belittled by my

not safe
Back to back like Jordan in 4-5
All I see is red targets, just look at the bullseye
You ain’t hot, you average, the hood lied
In the projects

its just wheelage
I live the life that a g lives
Hot gyal a scheme on my penis
She never went collage but she warn gimme knowledge
Like a mastermind

kids
Away in the night
Hide by closed lids
Five goldfish
Swimmin' in the toilet
Flushed into another motherfuckin'
Dimension
Dementia of politicians