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Call CJ for the photos
I'm in a 488, pushing 200 on the po po's
If you bout this money and hard work
Then nigga I'm fucking with ya
I don't know you

it’s a trap in the back of the stage
Had to go get it fuck up all the cities go crazy like I’m Johnny cage
I’m off the meter pour up by liter go Rambo

round drummin we strapped like the Army 
Hit by that Tommy put tags on ya toe
Shawty no pit stop she on the go
Just for the big guap jump on the pole
Ride

all be ignorant
Ya mobdoc be the king of it
I'm Charlemagne 
You be the target
When I'm at the shooting range
I'm in the paint
Y'all broke ass bitches

and break the walls down
Step in the arena and break the walls down

now ya know (You know I got ya), jericho, now ya know
jericho

I'm awakened from a deep

go away until the shovel
Get in the shuttle, never stutter like a stun gun
I leave you stunned like algebra formulas on ya terrain
So when the time

date
I’m like Section 8, I’m puttin’ bitches in their place
These niggas tender in the dick and probably catch a case
You slit ya’ wrist over that bitch,

date
I’m like Section 8, I’m puttin’ bitches in their place
These niggas tender in the dick and probably catch a case
You slit ya’ wrist over that bitch,

around for your quick fix
When you defendin' all ya lies
And all ya pride come around to convince it
All joy, had to learn to invent it
Reality checks in

I'm going, I'm going)
The wind is in my fucking face
(I'm goig)
The coast is where a nigga lay
Cuz I'm

Gliding row ya boat
I'm coast to coast with shit

Fucking with the gang 
Prolly make ya body fractured 
Coming in ya dreams have you running to ya Pastor 

I don't got to say the shit that I'm on 
If

Girl whine slow
Touch on me
Don't be shy 
Baby do ya thing
When you in ya zone 
Ya body 
Make me wild
Baby ride that wave

Baby girl you like that

come around 
And I ain't here for the mothafucking clout 
I just wanna make my momma proud 
Maybe buy a house ya
Lemme start by saying I diverse

paranoid like a song by Ozzy Osbourne 
Rollin with the heaviest eyes 
You'll be underground when I leave ya buried alive 
I'm rotten to the core till I die

generation all I see’s a bunch of clones
Copying each other, nobody thinking on their own
Fear the walking dead, with all ya head stuck in your phones
White

GRB we blowing up the numbers (Ya)
Baby it's a Detroit summer (313)
We some hustlers we run up the numbers
Best in Midwest can't name no other (Nope)

who I'm hitting next
Niggas like "oh where you been at?"
I need my next home in a 10X
I use pop hoes like Xanax
For the Town, put it to ya dome like Ben

Had to go stack up a few racks no trouble
I put that shit in the duffle
I get that shit by the double
I just might fuck her but I never love her

pop, then its followed by slug
Have ya folded up like in the hucklebuck
Never go off luck, play it safe keep tuck
Have the whoppah dump, dump, sounding

The of era of bera of bad news
The era of bad food
The era of fear and terror in classrooms
This era is bad dude
The era of lean heads they younger they lil

weight
Bail again? Thats the last thing
I was tryna make
Then in 2010 I
Had to shift again by
Trappin out the fuckin city
'Til my graduation is
It was me

get to know ya
Know yea yea yea yea
I fell in love with you and the way you shine
Sitting here alone down in the moonlight
Baby I can tell what is on yo

Ay, that's prolly Tago
Sheesh ! (Ced did this hoe)
Jaydawgg
Yeah Yeah Yeahhh
Hey
Yeahh
I need to really talk not some shit
For me to get up off ya

need ya
But if I see ya
I'm to blame for the re-up
Like oh my
Oh man
Can't receive what you won't send
My whip ride so jump in
Kiss the sky going mock 10