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Woo woo woo woo
Rubber band you one of one
They ain't like you ooh ooh
They only see the outcome
Don't see what we do ooh ooh
I bet they see me
When I'm

Still on the East Side, glizzy stay tucked by the waist side
But my newest shit matching my waist size, that's a forty or thirty eight
I do real

doing no drive by we walk right up on em dat internet talking talkin nigga
We won't condone it don't speak on dat shit if you know that you bout it i say

is about long term gain
The lost tribe subtract the slave masters name
He said he rolling grams
But I know the difference
He claim he talking bands
But

rather hustle everyday so I could stack my chips
Baby I been juggin for these bands I can't love you
Stickin to my hustle yea I put that shit above you
Do

I've got a brand New personality
And brand New fears

All of my old stomping grounds
Are disappearing house by house
They're building
New age mausoleums

Twenty bands man I ran that in a week
When I step Christian D on the feet
Came out the hood man I came out the streets
You don't know well nigga I'm T
You

shoulder the devil tried walking on it
My bag is so heavy like Chevy
Proposed to the money I think today we getting married
I fell in love with the forces it

on killing
Everybody gotta stop
Can't really love the sun
If you never seen the rain
Pain in my eyes and
I'm feeling so drain
Use to give you good d***
You

a seat
Run it run it
Run it fast by my momma a house
Count it count it
Count it up fast she gone lift up her blouse
Know I love all of my fans
Ain't think

When you in them streets just play it smart, don’t get yo self convicted
Really by yo self, you ain’t got friends, yo niggas turn to snitches
I seen

out, send a lil bitch your way
find the hide out
Tell my team, this a 1 on 1
Just like a 5 out
I thought you in the streets, the fuck you mean?
Bitch

and colas
How ironic is it
Life change
Money by the minute
We was pissing outside with no pot to piss in
Came to Colorado with 400 dollars
I made it happen

Balling hard like I'm trying to make triple double
Had double back
Had to get it had to hustle
Made 10 bands easy like the shit Was nothing
Them streets

still resemble the artistry I jot on each measure
Could charge by the sentence, recording is a solid endeavor
I'm just saying man, ask and they'll tell

like it ain't worth it, nigga walk away
Been what I thought a man was supposed to be
Got abandonned by the band when it came to bang so I broke free
Made

she for the team
(Yuh)
Nothin on me, they ain't got nothing on me
Nut and I leave came through puffin on trees
Gotta go get it that's by any means
Step

Burnin blunts like palm trees

Ride or die like Bonnie
Might snap & Empty a whole clip
I'm his main bitch
Like Jim Jones - his Honey Dip (Dip!)

Blue bands

with flame let him sleep with the mackerel
Stretch like a rubber band grip
Stiff when the demon lit
Bae know bout my money
Boost in the back of the whip

a blessing
She filled with affection
I buy her Giuseppe
And eat her for breakfast
She squirting all on me
The shit getting messy
Walking down the street with

came up on a box
Two bands up in eht car and den he started kicking rocks
Niccas say they we ain't living what we rapping we don't talk
Fuck 12 and all

Or probably end it all
PTSD might just paint the wall
Too drunk lonely bang
Or Fuck you and your friends
Bang bang bang bang bang
Or out heated by gangs
White

Got to learn how to pick it
Been blinded by love
But now I see vivid
My content explicit
My music is gifted
Lastly no fucks given
Fuck the police
Fuck

a nigga through a lot of fucking misery
Put a whitewash on a colored people's history
Put a veteran and his belongings on the street
PTSD. and he's longing