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going for another long dive
Some call me Father
Others call me Johnny Topside
Long forgotten
I was swept up by the wrong tide
Thought my bed was made
But

ceased
That's that West Coast country boy from them Bay Area streets

That's my hitman, Sleegram, and Killer Keese
Kool Nut, Johnny Cash, Pac, y'all please

A boogie by myself fuck no ion need no help
So why the fuck
You only hit me up when you need a handout
She only want this meat cause my bag I'm a cash cow

loves when i'm inside
  Now her makeup's fucked looks like she cried 

  I only fuck raw no johnnys applied 
  The blocks red hot cause the cops are

Jew say call me Sim (call me Sim)
We always up the murder rate
When them bags in (gang)
It's a one-stop shop, bring yo' cash in (in)
If I stack it up

niggaz comin' from the city pretty
But we rollin', foldin' the cash holdin', bitch I'm showin' out
Keep my bidness out yo mouth
Clowin' all them racist

Mama put a Bible in my hands
And daddy put my hands in the dirt
I grew up in the heart of the heartland
With a vintage Johnny Cash on my shirt
I

flags
Yeah, if we one down, we bouncin' back
Yeah, she pull up to the trap to bounce it back
I pull up to the spot to count the cash
They come through

and roll my woodies by the trace
They always ask me where I've been, but never ask me if I'm straight

I might push away your love, but that don't mean that

liver (Drank)
Smoking exotic she rollin up backwoods (Gas)
Free to be her i aint holding her captive (Be)
This just how she really get around me love (Me)

Money talking to me
Money talking to me
That money talk
Yeah, yea, uh, hey...
Everything stagnant til the cash came (cash)
Now I fly pass lames through

Disappear like flash
Diamonds dancing Kodak flash
You need that work go get my bag
By all means gotta get that cash
Can't stop rite now hand itch like a rash

it up, run it up
It ain't hard to get no cash
I'm a young nigga with bucks, I understand why they mad
Run in' here, you outta luck
Came by my self I'm

not black
I can't tell by your complexion, you Mexican
And you're gettin' better, but you still kinda Suck ass at rappin'

You need to go take a nap

pinky ring
Come and get the cuffs up off your bitch, she into kinky things
(Fuck that bitch) ayy, tell a bitch to leave me be
Why you rollin' reggie?

the interstate
Straps all in my closest it look like the NRA
And I just came back to collect
I want it in cash or a check
The industry blocking me out
That's why

nightly
They often hate and spite me
I pledge to live, i'm godly
Even when they indict me
Release and free the godly
I work a different angle, not a Star

channel radio all the way from Chicago
Set my young soul free
Del Shannon, Johnny Cash
Bruce Springsteen, Neil Young, the Clash
Whispered just to me

Laying

majesty/no pageantry, just accuracy, I promise I can't rap for free/the way I run threw all them hoes(holes) they call me barry/by the way I spin off of them

come wit too many problems
Got me singing like I’m roddy
Gone have em rollin when I rock em
Free my slimes Free my slimes
I wish I had the dime
My

was pushin' dimes
Searchin for a jail cell
Exposure sealed in overtime
Left me cold lonely by the age I was two
Being punished for the things that would

bitched 
And you talk about licks 
But is that you man i want know if your in control

Got the cash in the bag 
And the weed for the smoke 
Got a flask

control like Gappetto, paving roads never settle, streams of cash I got several, scooping broads in my vessel, we rollin tight like a pretzel, I’m Mr. Big

that's standard
Keep it steady, haffi rise my balance (listen, look)
Gettin' gyal and cash ain't gara (gara)
So stick to the grind's what I told my bro