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the feds were Tryna bag dad ah
So P I M P my ride
I was Tryna be in booths u was tryna be outside
Hit a state and raise the roof
Couple bitches by my side
If

Cradle to the grave put the babies in a manger
I ain't no doctor, you niggas is strange
Can't fuck with that bwoy cause he fueled by anger

ballin like Master P
I psychoanalyze on my criminology

Rather be happy wit myself than sad and people please
Intelligent Dreamer that grad from St. John's

pissy little cousin

Suckers are crabs, I grab 'em all by the dozen

You think you're hard with them hats and all that black on

You're not scarin' the X,

I ain't tryna go back to the L cause all I see is 12
I don't like no rats up in my city, all they do is tell
Where I'm from we don't go viral, this

out
I'm the H-O-R-R, the N-E-Y, the rest is F-L-Y
You see, I go by the code of the master of the dicks
And my penis will tell you why
You see it's

ninety-nine, R.I.P to John Madden
At this point they praying that I quit
As if, airplane mode
Check the status
I'm out in Aspen
Doing donuts in a brand new

I'll Be There

Carl Thomas

Loon

2003

Loon la lean aka young Marcus
Young, pretty and heartless
And my man CTzy
He make it seem to easy
And the general P D-I double D-why
See why we

problems I need to fight

Uh

I'm pushing p
Lemon squeeze
They want all of me

I cannot stop them
They broke loose
They aiming for my Brain

My energy
they

the fame again
But that's not what I came for
I do it for the Lord
The only one who came forth
The one who made the stars you see on tv by day four
The sun

my shit
We got new plans
Money in cash yh that's money in hand
Will you be by my side when i'm stacking by bands
Yh he dishing out sweets like supply

rather sit up by my lonely
I don't wanna be a burden, check my social fake bitches
I don't give a fuck about your plans or who the fuck you know
Lurkin'

Alright take two

I can't even do this s**t no more

Bam! Mother f****rs walking straight through the gate
I'm a dirty J*w Wh*p filled with so much

R.I.P. them
I really seen it
I really seen it
I really seen it
I really seen it

Association Got Em Contemplating
What He do 2 get This
How He do that
How

Vouch

Kevin Gates

Chained to the City

did not like and started narcotic sellin'
I do it for me, I feed myself, fuck who not willin' to help me
We either die or go to jail, so what the fuck

passion
To succeed
What can I do
I'm a fool for some action
I never take her serious
Mysteriously
I used to chase em but
Now they chasing me
Stay strong by

and come back for more my – it’s like tooth brush it made for your mouth
Mouth I am not master P do em dirty like the south 
I treat then dirty like

They go and come back for more my – it’s like tooth brush it made for your mouth
Mouth I am not master P do em dirty like the south 
I treat then dirty

Constante como gotas de agua perforando rocas
Fugitivo John Lurie en down by law
Chicos Ralphie down by Lo interconectándolo
Mis lineas subterráneas metro

playing with Pride
Loyalty i've been a Kea since five
Integrity, Brothers that stay by your side
Got principles, morals that we all abide
Respect one

and conversate, hope I do (Silverstone)
She give me the pussy I beat it p-p-properly 
I got her screaming like she won a fucking lottery 
I Killed her cat, she

keep a bad bitch cause the niggas stay by my side
If they told you I ain't got it, go tell them niggas they lied
Yeah, what you thought lil nigga, I

like I'm coding, king of hearts never folding
Personality deconstructively deconstructed me
How do I step forth so happily? I know it's sad to see

But

'm on my high horse yeehaw say that boy spittin no beat box let's get it R.I.P Gangsta Boo satan be like
Copy son think I might got me one who is gone stop