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never ratted
Hoover been a g
Them fuck niggas
Get stepped on
Playing with my gs

Ion like your energy
I keep dat drake
Cuz niggas envy me
They know I'm

Know them all by name
Because my memory is keen
When they feeling depressed
I start feeling like a king
Kingpin, I got the medicine that they need

Know you blessed 
Let them know you blessed 
You blessed 
You blessed 
You blessed 
We all blessed 
Yes lord yes lord 
Now time for the offering

Look Bruh 

This hussle game coast to coast no joke or joce 
You know the migos used to float me them o’s
I would pack the pistol they would dare me

on building
Them boys just won't let go
Her house big like '90s clothes
Shit got an echo, echo
And I'm spacey, Kevin
Are we racing to heaven?
And I'm crazy,

them state boys 
Lurkin' took a precaution vacuum sealed the work
It don’t matter they try to stop me gotta catch me first F*** that I ain’t sittin' in

the fam, I be with the homies and they down to earth,
and I can't let nobody in if they don't know my worth
I stay with the fam like since day one.
Them

and laugh
Cuz with the skeletons packed in my closest, I can't relax
As a boy I wondered, when will I walk away
When will a good day walk my way
Stop by, say

They know that Im shinin
The aura so blinding every time that they see him

Flippin thru paper
Page by page that how the story go
I pull up poppin my

shouldn’t of trust love
Now I’m all alone
I guess you would never kno
But you just had to go
I know you like them vvs on my diamond
Channel up on your

know the Balenciaga Soccer Runners ain't fake
What your sneakers say

O-1 produced by RJ, throw the beat away
I got the ball and pass it off to my dog,

wanna be a hot boy
With a nice Bride
Get head from bitch
That high flaws
Occupied by the chasing
I don't need hesitation
Just trying to get
electron

Got my scope on the cash
Radar on lock 
Yeah you know um getting Bags
The Trap boy talking money moves
Out the Kasi  yeah um gonna move
I see them pray

Written by Kevin Tyler Deane (Deane)

[Let me put this bible down for a minute…]
This that rippity rapper, click-clacka
Get back or nigga get clapped

What's that coming out
Flowing out my mouth
What's that coming out
Lol yea ugh
Trumpet sound comin' out my mout'
Ooh watch I blow em out
They know

say no
Money, cars, women, jewelry? Yeah let's go
But my plug was jealous of me, my natural glow
I won't say his name, but if you know me, you know
Seen

for my smokers, I send aces to them jokers
Know some scammers, leave you broker
Dead broke, hopping outta the casket
And you dead bro if I blow like

Taking off my shirt so I can go commando
Gonna be so charming like my Star Wars boy Lando
Flexing on these haters
Uh let's get it tho
Girls be playing with

keep on looking at me, Huh what she tryna get into. Aye



1st Verse: What you tryna do, where you wanna go, my n*gga got trap let's go stop by

be dope mane
Its just a part of it
Nah, bruh, shit, I gotta stay focused, man
You gon' enjoy that for me, though
Let me know if anything
Make sure you

She call my phone, I don't like that bitch, let her go
Bitch, I ball, yeah, Im the Goat
She wanna love that nigga, let her know
I don't give a fuck

calculate your moves
Boy you know it always does so best invest in what you do
Or find your way out, never let it play out
If your out then stay out, get your

rollin' dice
I know they don't like me so with them it's on sight

I got me a gun boy I ain't tryna fight
I this shit so sweet that I get by servin' pies

Listen, it's not me!
Hey, hey, hey, no, no
Ahh, no, no, no
Stop, stop, hey, let me go!
Hey, let me go!
No, no, no, no, hey!
No! NO!

Take three

Boy, you're