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on woods I cop them by the case
I'm grinding them all on the block for the cake
Water on me it look just like a lake
I hop on the track and I kill it First

Take me by your hand
Make me feel like a new man
It helps me understand, man
It helps me understand, man

Listen to the sad bands
Get drunk

bitch about some shit you know I'm living to
Look at all the visuals time done showed
I done had hoes and bands, and bro
I've been going through the most

live without you

Babygirl you fine
I just want you to be next to me
I wont waste your time
I wont have you out here stressing me
.40 by my side
gotta

When I was a young boy I had a dream 
 I needed something tol let out the steam 
 I got my first record skipped the school 
 Didn’t care much about

me through the town so I
Can bump into my dog Ray
Making my rounds out of bounds
I had to call Tre
That first shit was light brown
But now it's

The moment I saw that look you gave me
Emotions so raw as I fell to my knee
Holding your hand with a ring by my side
A precious gold band for today

But soon as he shot, the police had kicked in the door
This nigga fucked around, hit a cop, fuck
Know that's my nigga Calvin
My nigga Calvin
Cali

I was born as the old year died
And I cried, and I cried
For the future
Was born with a caul
Heard the call of the wild
And my prophecies would be

play in the sand
Always say money on my mind if it ain't in my hand
Feelin differently when it takes a day to make a band
Still gonna make it out so I

now you locked with a dipper

I'm on four squares like a painted picture
Making bank from this rapping and shit
I'm on four pairs like my name is Jordan

Ahuh, this that first tape Chyld's Plvy, BigDawgKee wazzam with it, 13th to the 17th

Money to be made, best believe a nigga clockin', (huh, huh) I

It's May the 4th, we channel the force in in all of our jams
Build up a fortune leave them scorching in the wake of the band
We porch modeing think

copin' with a bottle band
To keep me on my feet
How ironic, gin and tonic struck me down
To the bottom more times than I'd like to admit
Had some good

knows of an all-female tribe seeking a
First-generation male concubine
I can brush up my resume
Tell me where do I apply
But if there be four times for

barely holding six grand
Got too much music to rely on those bands

Got too many dreams to rely on these fans
On my mama I'm a work of art
Had to learn my

I want my bread, we running thru your pockets
Don't understand, we blow your head off like I told him bop it
Might put a band to get him gone and told

Overdu-Hello, and welcome to Some One Manatee Band, the first disc of The Backlog Trilogy, by Jub. I'd like to thank you from the bottom of my heart

Y'all niggas wanna smell that shit?
Bro, what the fuck is that?
(Bitch)

You smell the aroma? Big bag full of Yoda
Big cup full of Quagen, it fit my

Back on my old flow because I'm on my old mode
Last dude try me, he got hit by the 4-4
Now he flat dead, I bet he won't do that no more
Think they

downs
Bumps, and bruises
I had to fight
Now we studio chillen
 Sleeping on long flights
Made my first 10 bands
Thought i was rich
Came from ramenoodle

One thing you gon' know About me, I snap
Like rubber bands, try to Play me, I have that Youngin' somewhere in a Van, yah, nigga
I'm by myself, I don't

Wearin them grillz really got my teeth hurt
We both up it but I really shoot first
She want that CC, I bought her a new purse
Put your mans under

and that Whitney had them bitches acting ghetto
Face first in her kitty, it was only right that I said hello
I don't got my scale but I can eyeball that