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goin' through real hard times, that shit gonna make you the realest
Richard Mille with the white, gold
I just bought an Audemar came whole skele' (ski)

Break Away

Nines

One Foot Out

2017

and break down a pack
1A the hood, land all them shottas out of town
Went 'Dam for the plug, now we the opposite of down
Uh, tryna leave a nigga's head by

the Mac-11
Sending fifty through your glass
Am I losing my mind
I don't know and I don't really give a damn
But these motherfuckers, gon know who I am
Plus

Yeah, nigga reject, nigga
Machine, bitch daringer, you already know
We do what we do what we do nigga
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels

Reject shit, it's

Closed Session

Defari

Neighborhood Watch

2004

hit
Don't know who to trust with my shit
I'm in this click, you in my hood you better know who you fucking with
Who you stepping with, Skandalous

Golden Mic

Aceyalone

Cater to the DJ

1999

and my instrumental
Understood, now overstood
It's about 50 rappers per hood
Bring the woodpecker, I bring the wood
And we can chop it up like you know we

You Want Bitch I'm still in the hood fifty pounds in the trunk

Don't come over here trying spin on my block don't come over here tryna spin out no car

competition
Momma told me am not no comparison when it's ah difference

Was born in not sworn in I'm realer den u niggas
Right now, I'm walking through da storm

on my side

Devil thought he tried
We gon' testify
God is on my side
God is on my side, yuh

In the city lookin' spiffy spent like 50 baby, uh
Why they

battling
Hunreds and fifties my nigga lets settle it
Lambo the hottest can't cancel him
Been through the most to these boys I'm a veteran
Don't see

Alright so the next song is by
Aye neech cook one up
Ion give her no a, no b , no c, I give her that d and she rolling on e
Ion give a f cause she

drop it low
Oh yeah there she go
Twerking dirty dancing
She ain't even know she was spotted by a playa
Hood n**** send a couple bottles over there
All I

Counting money but counting out by my own
Count my bitch holding the scale I'm trying strengthen up this bloodline
But this is real life I just plotted

Cut to a Merrit Parkway rest-stop 
I'm hit by hemorrhagic shock 
my phone explodes 
and half my leg is Vietnam'd off 
because as sure as the sun

And I go hard for the city want hundreds 
And fifties and everything else in between
And all my niggas that's with me got scars but we litty
Can't no one

hood rich
Real shit
Heard about lil homie dog
He real snitch
Got 10,000 of pills
For 50 a pop
Sold them in the streets
For 2 a pop
That's 20,000
Came

adapting
They loving me down
From the south to the west
And oh
But I’ve been doing it from day one
Now the hommies in the hood
Told me I’m the one
They

Crowded in a thoughts make me forget your presence
How your hardwork manifest essence
You are loved by every child
Pacific ocean to the Nile
Help me

Feds on the routine check tryn pass through
I be pushing loud
but the homie selling dog food
If you get the gas and I don't
Imma call you
Just hit

HOOK:
It seems like yesterday we was chillin in the hood
Cleary I remember
We love that gangta shit, we always up no good
Click clack bang bang
We

I'm paranoid, I hate loud talking
When I'm by myself I hear people talking
Slide through Monroe County, we gon park him
We trafficking you might not see

50", I been pushing up since
My journey ain't been pretty, but I'm here and won't quit
Some said my outlook had too much confidence
i said ok pull-up

the game
You know this hood lifestyle, this
Do you feel me? Like they're trapped
You know the cold to the books
All that shit man it's a
Just runnin around

her head
Over fifty g'z large
She'd rather be dead
Than to see her kids starve 
Many tears shed
Growing up here was hard
Taking penitentiary chances