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bad for a minute
Woke up and choose to get it
Free my nigga Pot we miss him
And we can't even make shit right
Do you even know wtf that feels like
Gotta

about whether somebody like you, or Not
You best be making sure they're doing right by you
You understand what I'm saying? Yes, sir
Then get the hell out

the best rapper alive but I'm one of em
Ol' niggas see me and be like he got a gun on him
Oh I'm the reason that body got white chalk around it
I had

uppin' the economy
Mama said she proud of me, hope you are too
Rather have you by my side like you R2

D2, tell yo' ex to be cool
I can give you Thanh

even tell my momma
I was too high chasing money tryna get these commas
That the same time I was dealing wit my baby mama
Cheating on her was the best way

Eighteen years grown up
Wrapped in that little thing everyone called young love
Mama knew it then now I know it now
What goes up must come down

fine, at least I thought
But then they fucking canceled me ‘fore following my heart
And life’s a bitch, but she’s a widow, all by herself
She likes

Yeah OK!
You dig?
Eh, you shmad?
You know
Yeah, 1 and 0

Started off hustlin'
Ended up ballin'
Hundreds on hundreds
I can hear the shit

gotta hear about the trouble loving brown has brought
Numbers on mental healthcare
Blunders on my skin it's scraped and bitten singed by hellflare

message
What's expected, can't touch what you're doing if its' destined
Do the hard yards, step by footstep
'Cause with opportunity comes effort
It's more

Kid Classic
Que
Know what's going on

Ayy, us niggas from the north, we like to rob and shit (fuck shit up)
Splittin' licks, pots 'till my whole

Till I Drop

Gadget

Nine Lives [Best Buy Exclusive]

2012

I stick my dick up in this biz to get it off,
while I'm ticklin' the clitoris by stickin' it in soft,
just to trick 'em like I'm fickle and its

love my Mexicans

Chicanos by my side, my nigga 

We became the best of friends

Handle shit all on our own

Fuck red, white, and blue

Hope you feel it

rider
German whip got me balling
Like I'm Schweinsteiger
My ride's fire and I'm styling the best
Now, what you know about
This type of finesse?
I put your

die without you
But I'm livin'
Thought that I would fail without you
But I'm on top
Thought it would be over by now
But it won't stop
Thought that I

myself, no talent scout
Running your mouth, buddy best
Know what I'm 'bout, we take you out
AR-15, remind me of your bitch
Scream and shout
Couldn't get no

a war (let's go)
You best go call yo' mama, 'cause we cuttin' yo' life short (let's go)
Boy, we want yo' head, we ain't aimin' at the floor

I want

without Nas
We’d battle rap with proud guys
Chat shit about my mama
I’ma Catch you outside

Just a swarm of wild kids
We’d copy mobb deep in army outfits

brother, my mama, my sister
and all of my motherfuckin' kids
If Gred and Orbit gon' hop on the beat
Then best believe that we gon' win
These niggas, they

the penalty's a cell wit your enemy as well
Yeah now they sleep like Propofol
Better know the protocol
Ain't no other PRO to call
Griff pass the spliff,

every Sunday, we had the riders 
Sitting at the table, food made by mama 
Dining with everyone, wasn't much drama
We was all happy, place filled with

U Love 2 Hate

Yukmouth

Thugged Out: The Albulation

1998

got T.V.'s in 'em, what you don't know
What the fuck you grind fo?
Juss to pay note to the nine-four
I'm ridin' 9-8 shit
Is that the reason for all

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want to be part of the group
Don't think the trigger happy motherfucker won't shoot now (boo-yaa!)
Innocent victims get caught up
Very first drive-by

you want to fling rock
Well, I'll be cruising by, you'll never see a smoother guy
Niggas getting smoked just like the buddha tye
I'm rocking well like