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the hood but all my boys is standing by it
Hit my dad again I swear to god I'll turn it violent
Talk my shit again I swear to god I'll turn it violent

Oh

distant
Yeah I getchu all Ballys
If she do hair, Buy da Sallys
How we end up on Fallon
By.Basewood, That's The Family
Yeah thatLoss gave Me Vision
I can't

And the dead opps?
Well we got rid of em'
Hit a opp in the neck now he bleedin'
My bullets be shootin' backwards
Smokin' runtz in the backwood
Shot him by

Everyone knows that the boy the truth
Know I look good in that Thunder Blue
I am just a man on a mission
Grinding to surpass my limits
I ain't missing when I

When I laid to sleep, knew there was more for me.
Took the long way around, I ain’t neva cheat.
Hatas took a piece, but dis boy ain’t retreat.
Yeah he

the street, i'm changing

I'm inside a ball that's white and red
They throw in Game Boy games
And on the Switch Nintendo games and on
The cards that kids will

I swear to God I spit them bible verses
But for some reason they don’t want me in your local churches 
But I can fuckin buy some chicken 
I ain’t

cold to be here alone
I love disco not the propaganda
Cooler than salary
How to be
Double fee
Taxing free
All of me
Coloring by the goodness of others

to the east of the city
Me and my boys hit the limit
I'm with the ragers, you know that we hit the spot and it get tricky
I don't need nobody's pity
Up in

Turn God's mic up and turn me down
May the truth in every word be found
It's the world renowned all-knowing God image with my flaws showing
North

dance then another
Look at me now everywhere we go
Girl you made me a sucker for em

Never loved those love songs
But here we are swaying along
Tangled up

Listen
You see, men do whatever they want. Boys do whatever they can
I wake up in the mornin' like "Fuck it, I think I'ma travel the land!"
All

drippin' we poppin' 
The crib be a palace 
The Lambo got mileage 
I'm sorry not sorry
They fuck with the possy
I got me Givenchy
I look good in Barneys
They

shimmers looks better in my clutches
I squint and size em up while making sure not to crush
It’s
All in the introduction, help, nervous
Screw substance show

Where its going i dont ever look
Chicken noodle til i double up
Henny lemon coolin 
With a couple blunts 
Got some business moving 
In a couple cuts

Boy on my name tag
I might pull up to Dubai, but you know I bought 'em tickets
Last July Oh my god Jah any means do or die
She call me twice I hit

burst you sef you no be ju
Ah
But still dey go dey doubt you
When i dey find money wey dey multiply by two
You dey hate
Bros me i no dey relate
While in

can see it I believe in it 
Everybody's doubting me 
No matter what I do 
So I just fuck 'em 
Bitch I'm through 
Hell no I don't believe in you 
I don't

one
Lake of the hour
Let em' rise by their lonesome
Doors of the exodus
Break of the afterlife
Dance on the floor so you
Dreamt for the better days

correct me then I duck it 
Like what kid
You pushin all my buttons
Oh Boy
You're running out of luck quick 
Run it run it like we run the world Beyoncé!

the last EP
Man they always want the glory not the full story
And that's why they can't see the script when they look in my book
I'm shook by all

wanna
Chuck a Molotov at
People wearing sheets
KKK proud boys
MAGA and police
Each one points the other ones
And says yeah they're with me
I say fuck them

to comprehend
The real fucking deal yea you bitches is a trend
But I ain't a poster boy and I ain't worried about a look
Just the realest spitting heat and I got

I can't let it go
I'm smoking medical
I'm blazing hella dro
One look, I steal your soul
Came a long way from a peasant
Yeah, got the golden touch