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shooter Jus bought a new pet that be flyin Round
Them wings in it huge I can imagine you pecked by the shit it be popping Out

Got in my bag if you don't
Standing in the kitchen with my wife beater on

Selling dope by the pot, straight drop it's all there
Yeah I just ran through the bag it's all there
Pull
my Byrd in the pot
The industry weak 
Coke flooded 3rd of the block
deez be coming by the 100 
we post up getting blunted
shorty hesitant of my dick I
still got the tool, nigga (I still got the tool)
Nigga, I bury niggas like I bury straps (Yeah)
He talk about me in a fuckin' rap (Rap)
You might wrap
Under pressure,
So I'm on the move.
Gotta lotta work so I got plenty tools.
Feds watching,
Tryna pin the crew. 
So I got plenty spots,
It's like
That's my fucking swag and my Feng shui
Powder in the pot so watch it cook up in the kitchen 
I got powder in the pot so watch it cook up in the kitchen
You know what it do, me and you we're not the same homey
Always grip the tools, fire off and they go bang homey
We're not the same homey

I keep them
both sides
Canned food
Manmade tools
Lanacane, band aids, mandrake root
Bindle on a broomstick, pancaked shoes
And a handshake-proof campaign, can’t
2.5 million years ago, a friend of mine
Made a tool from a stone and defended his tribe
It's technology, sorry for the technical term
It's
Was on two
Now three
Damn
I'm on three baby
Ain't gone fold on you
Don't fold on me baby

Blocc stay in order
No glitches
No stumbles
Tools for
with pro tools
I know a nigga who moving them pounds
Know a couple niggas who got their degrees
All of my niggas done came up from nothing

So I'm hoping
When he was a kid he was fitted with a bib
By a momma on the daily had a Nigga well fed
All she ever did, tell him, "Use your head"
Think before you
え, Tonyさん
Stayin' on low, stayin' on go
Stayin' live right, livin' right by tha Code
Simon gon' say, what he gon' say
When you like me you can live
in by the day
Nike checks on me, I don't got a sponsorship
If they don't run with us, then we don't talk to em
We just been working, it's really our
that I've been screwed
By my school, rude seniors, plus the teachers and the rules
And we wonder why there's always someone plottin' with a tool
Blow
the kid 
Every day I do it big 
Designer on me in the crib 
Money in the fridge 
We be eaten by sreak and ribs 
OG gas nothing mid 
Get it how you live
[Hook]
I been getting pressure straight from México,
I been getting pressure by the heavy loads
You don’t want this pressure, It's a heavy load
Aye, It
the sun

She took the initiative
And down the path she went
She filled her pots after she swam
There, by the riverbed

With silent determination
She came
work up off the pot
Pot
I'm hittin' licks
We know you not
Not

Throwing bands, get the plow
If she slug, Ima slide
I been fuckin' up the roll
About
Everything I've been droppin' hot
Like a coffee pot I'm up

Workin' early every mornin
I don't ever stop
Probably missed it
Hit him with the first
G.I.s dressed with automatic rifles and fully armed for battle, fanned out on maneuvers through the woods, backed up by a dozen Blackhawk attack
Real niggas came to party, Ace hood!
Real niggas came to party

I say
Lord have mercy all I wanted was a Beamer
Had no pot to piss in, now I'm living
me? They all conspiracy theories 
Worthless, like testing Ev' defeats the purpose 
Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women
I'm still servin 
Earning 
Sterling 
So determined 
Still searching 
For this pot of gold 

Days just go 
By 
Night settles 
Im still swervin 
Lurking

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