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packet of dope in
Taxin 'em four bands, slap 'em with no hands
Hand to hand
Handin' samples out – that's free promotion
Jealousy is a weak emotion
Picture

You're lost you don't know where you're going 

How you get to the top 

Or how you got there 

That mountain is called life 

Shit


Burn Out

Got

(You nah'mean?) come
Receive my baby showers (What? Yeah)

Victory slid through my hands back on
The run like the Taliban, brass bands
Dirty Dozen,

Making Love

Kevin Gates

Luca Brasi, Vol. 2: Gangsta Grillz

2014

only protection whenever I'm steppin'
Callin' out to the creator
That earnings'll come from a bundle whatever
In the cell I can see all the pain in

fuckin' rich
Made a hundred bands a day, we make it flip type shit
Brand new K it's a new Drac', it pack and kick type shit
Tell em ghetto angels
Tell em

my emotion this feeling been stuck
I ain't been hurt by a killing in months
I put my pain in my verses in blunts
Get off yo ass why you hurt by a slut

"It's no playbook that they hand out
You figure this shit out
Makes it my time"

I said step one
Run the money up
Yeah, that's for certain

the pool, coming out with drip
Baddies steppin out pool on a sunny day it's lit, get it  
We be trying show 'em how we live 
Boy, it's live on display
They be

from Cali, you get it I mail 'em
38 baby I post on the 7th
Hop out the car wit' that Mac-11
Runnin' wit' killers, we all be steppin'
Pull up and spray

little by little 
When she walked in that building it's like my world got little 
I won't continue the story cause ill get choked up little 
But you knew

I'm the type that I don't even care
Bitch I popped out, steppin' on these niggas I got paid for this
Wow

your homes, which your 
ancestors build by the forced hands of those they colonised
A machine flexing rubber bands beheld with always flinching eyes

Go

the mic out the box
In this rhythm, with my band I will rock
I spit it hot like the hellhounds from COD
Nina from full metal’s your only dog
With my league

gon' kill a bitch, steppin' red for shit
I say put the bitch up in rotation
Four stamps, that's four faces
Gas bags, that's border bases
Russian

Coast/Clear

Joey Bada$$

Escape from New York

2019

Got the beat by Powers, and we just made a banger

Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
If you thuggin' from the struggle, put

looking like a festival
Bitches on my arm got me looking unprofessional
Tryna make a point, but I'm still gone move the decimal
You been tryna stress me out

I'm playing this game and I'm one up
In the studio plotting my come up
I fuck with the bands, I slide with the drummers
I stay with some brass like I

The brass band behind me playing out of key
It's so cold now
I can't feel my feet
I can't feel my feet
But I've just got to let you know
That's why I'll wait

on that metal like he was in band playing brass
I bet that shit blow like a horn
I bet that this girl come and blow me like they do in
Like they do in them

from Rome
She blowin' my brass like I'm a trombone
Tommy in yo tummy like I'm Al Capone
I got secrets
If I tell you it's deadly
Killing, pussy, stealing,

A brass band and more
With his forty fakirs, his cooks, his bakers
His birds that warble on key
Make way for prince Ali!

a sight lovely to see
And that, good people
Is why he got dolled up and dropped by
With sixty elephants, llamas galore
With his bears and lions
A brass band

You’ll get an education on Frenchmen St
From a brass band and a second-line beat
Blew the funky meter off the scale
I ain’t tellin' you no tale

love the stroke
I love to poke
She love the folk
I love to joke
She love the man
I love these bands
You better understand I ain't got no time be out here