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don't tolerate
I just stack these bands up in my rover
I been on my own, gettin' bag by my dolo
And when we pull up, yeah, you know that we gon' roll

3 little niggas walked in to the store
1 walked out got approached by a hoe
Took his wallet pull out the knife and cut on his throat
This ain't

the guap I ain't chasing the fame
If they act fake cut em' out of the frame
Surrounded by winners not keeping no lames
You know that my killas on go
10 toes

slapper
Going by the book but skipped a few chapters
I'm finna go to sleep
I'm a napper
Heard one song
Now I'm ya favorite rapper
Ion want no roses nigga

needing
You said you real good at keeping a secret
Cold night in hell by the time they competing
I was outside everyday of the week
Used to be tight all

sayin' I'm next (Preciate yall)
Gangsta, still appreciate the real love
If I tell a bitch my name, it ain't my real
Gov
I see you postin' with some… they

above the budget
Cause at the moment your boy got the world at his feet
So whiles he breathes
I got y'all geeked
I got y'all turnt
So tell your mans chill

on these niggas, lately, bitches tell em bow down
Makeup lookin' crazy, yeah, bitch, feel like a clown now
I'ma hit a lick, hit my brodie with the plan
Run

put me on
My own city hatin' what I did? Nigga, I shitted on em
Keep dat shit a band, don't give a damn about your bucks, nigga
And any nigga with me,

Come on

Verse 2
Doors open
Ladies first
I need you on the dance floor 
Put away your purse 
If you ain't worried bout a nigga
Tell em save his thirst

Lookin at me like a deer in headlights
All of the cap you doin got me too tight
I swear to god, do not talk bout that ex nigga
I can tell that that boy is

Put a band on em

Go head take me away
Want you to keep me safe
I swear I can't complain
Your love just ain't the same

Go head take me away
Want you

If they penetratin  
You up in ya shit 
Don’t you spit 
On this generation 

Pull up in a drive by 
Ima wet uncle sam wit the glock 9
Like a slave boy

blocks we bust em
We aint stopping for naan
Gotta stick to the plan
Tell pop to bring the gauge right next to the fan
And Im a find a place for us to chill

wa

Jump go yeah

Yeah you know who I'm with
If i'm ever outside I'm on my shit
I got real ass steppers
If I tell them boys go yeah
I bet they don't

I been eating i got cash to throw up 
Tell em back back
They was fronting when my Cash was lower
Don't be hating this how you Made it
Now we stuck

Big Bank

Cognito

Tru Cognizance

go, giocanna eyes low
Two-way E, tell 'em to meet us at Roscoes
Ball til I Fall, that's my motto
In LA, NY even in Flo
Sittin on 'tractin rims
wit'

It think it know how to rap
I don't do battle rap
Tell 'em to battle that

Pull up, my roof missing, boy
I'll get you missing
Bein' broke as a joke

answers man, think
We're far below standards
Don't tell me anger won't help us
You told me the cancer would shrink
We need a shrink
We just see boys

like a Pharaoh
Smell the aroma
Can tell the ammonia from de-ammonia
One looking at em rappers as cut and dry
I'm ma smoke them
That's why we go slow

boy a lame
The more that I make
The less I feel pain
Mixtape 'bout a hundred bands
I'ma need paid in advance
Tell that girl to bring her friends
Oh

get ma bread gotta get my game gotta take this show on the road 

Badgirl badgirl let me get it 
Baby tell me where u at ima fit in 
Ima pull up w boys

she leave ha ass out 

Slide over like 1 in the morning fuck ha ass till she Pass out 

Fuck her crazy pull em tracks out 
Put my clothes then I blast

charmen
Call Donald trump to beg your pardon
Let’s get amp in here let’s party
Put him in a cart that boy a target
He moving lil funny sweep it under