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(Got the bands oou it's coming)
I wear shit you don't see everyday (Everyday yea I'm bussin')
And they mad that they can't they just hate (They just

on my own lil baby (Own)
Gotta do me by my lonely baby (Lonely baby)
I can't treat you like a token baby (Token baby)
This shit don't phase a youngin
Turn

gat bands on me yeah im feeling it
23s for all my niggas for the steppin shit
Sip on drank till i can barely even talk to me
Been in it ive been in it

off but all she doing is try take her clothes off her yeah
Now I'm moving right along believe when I say that I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone.

Lets talk

Cantankerous band of hellions, we show what anger is
Twelve tailin', predicated on how they hate this shit
Maybe my brains'll get that JFK
But not way before I

We getting with that dark shit, pull up and I park it, wanna talk shit, I’ll  sell you on the market, looking like a target, run your fucking

these bands (racks)
I open my hand, there's nothin' but bands, now YSL big as Japan (On God)
My head dropped in that Lamb' as fast as I can 'cause I

Iron Man

Sir Mix-A-Lot

On the Rap Tip

1989

black to tan, heavy-metal rhythm from a one man band
Bust my knuckles in a junkyard scuffle
Whippin' adversaries with a brass belt buckle
Born in

I would like to introduce
Hello? who said that shit?
We need a beat
Hello? who are you?
Jack it up!
Ayo what!?
Used to be a cringe little kid, now we

That's my new addition, nobody in it
Chop shops in the hood, no karate in it
So much money, got a money tree
Whoop so many niggas' ass, shit we money team

shit that got Big and 2Pac killed (it's Gucci)

Haha 
Okay
For the record, this is not a diss record
It's just the truth
It's Gucci, the livin'

shit that got Big and 2Pac killed (it's Gucci)

Haha 
Okay
For the record, this is not a diss record
It's just the truth
It's Gucci, the livin'

friends 'cause they police to snitch on me
Talkin' that shit on me
I get so high so I don't eat
Got no friends, these fans the police
They talk

to ruin lunch but I’m so loud
Ima keep on tryna push until it’s sold out 
You gon talk your shit till I show out 
Baby talk your shit Cus I’m home now

Hold

while I grind all day through the pain/ cause the sunshine comes after rain/ that's what I hustle for/ ahh that's what i hustle for/ the rebirth

to what's lost and being petty and shit
I'm independent, only splits, I see are done on brass poles
I'm a descendant from a family tree of thugs and assholes

talk it you don't live it, instead niggas flexin' on that sus shit, Richard Simmons
Can't stomach what you giving
Start with body blows, give the beat

Echo

Nas

POISON

2018

a loosie
Came a long way, now the same ones salute me
Haters say it must be nice, I say it must be hate
I don't like that line, that shit straight fake

shit, that's a taboo
Let's do Nobu in Malibu
Ybn, she skiin'
He tap out, put G in
Lil' bad bitch, Korean
Hop out my whip, European
On Broadway, like

shawty fresh to death
And she so bad, I want her to myself
Every day I wake up, I'm smoking that Cali
I bring them bands out like a pep rally
I got them

I'm in the kitchen
Whippin and splitting the brick, karate
I like it when I hit and she
Spit on my dick, she sloppy
Now I'm finally reach, the shit
That

and think it's a taser? (How?)
Now that dumb cop bitch gotta sit in the pen'
All that white privilege shit is comin' to an end (haha)
A traffic stop turned

into dookie
It's not cool when you talk and all your words are sounding so mushy
Keep those lips zipped you're going to get that brass grip.
To your

block fry plantain? (boaw)
Free my G's on the landin'
I can tell by the way that my man's actin
That he's never been locked for the mad ting (likkle