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Don’t make me lose it
My nicca just pull out the uzi yh he wanna use it
I wanna shoot it
But he just said stick to the music our love is dramatic
She

I love to smoke, I smoke seven thousand packs a day, okay?

And I am never fucking quitting I don't care how many laws they make

What's the law now?

steal my sound
Girl come leave with me
Tryna have that pussy on my teeth
Ball
John Wall
She gone eat the dick up use her jaws
She get lost to that Luther

crawl
I'm shoot for the heavens, I ain't talking John Wall
I'm shine my light,
I can't be, letting the wicked world tryna change me
I can't complain, I

What I'd receive from your possession
Is my heart your art's collateral
And must all your love be earned
Poets play in the glass of their broken hearts

Please don’t tell me you love me I know you bluffing
I ain’t back & forth wit you end of discussion
Niggas say they leaning sipping robitussen
All

error
Feelin' all the good things, unite mind states and stay in there
Pillow-talking and we remain, uh, patient and fairer
Still, I got her in sync,

need to be alone
Put it on do not disturb
Put my phone on airplane mode
Yeah you know I cannot lie
I just want you by my side
Baby it's just you and I

Momma never left my side
As i write i start to cry
Momma i just wanna fly
I know i can touch the sky
Talking john legend high
Im influenced by your vibes

mind
Some things Ion speak on
I live by the G code
We on (Yea Yea Yea)
Ima dawg yea I told her Ima player
Told my dawg Ima ball like no hair
I stand tall

their pettiness define you
Same applies to Uncle John
My godfather
Il padrino
No hateful words
Just color blind love
With no ego
Low key though
The love

somebody please bring back the seventies
I wanna love my radio again

The BeeGee's had us talking jive and dancing every night
George Clinton showed us how

premature as Biz Markie
Can't expect you to like me more than you love rap beefin'
You respect white people more than you love black people
Shit, I let you

a little nigga john madden
Whats yo body count oh you buying straps for fashion
The nerve of you little broke niggas got me laughin
Goon life bitch i never

a fuck who's talking down 
We smoking gas we smoke it by the pound

My brother got the bag it was motivation
Big Rollies with the rotation like woah
He

Way she roll
Make me go
Sit here all alone
Now she on my phone
Talking 'bout "Call me when you home"
Nah bih, leave me 'lone
This time really gone

circle
Coming with me towards to the crown
Anybody showing fake love looking like some clowns
Flow 760 till the fucking death of me
Hanging by a thread
I

Scottie Pippen, uh
.33 feel like Danny Granger, uh
Move through the pack, I'm a ranger, uh
Niggas talking shit, well they in danger, uh
Man, I love

u gon hit a lick
I be on my 10 ain't no way ima get put under 6
Keep my dawgs around me play w em i turn into John wick

Uh fah fah

I love my guys

fasttrak
Aint never worked no 9-5 i love that fast cash
Its all water on my neck bitch, splash splash
You selling grams we got the packs by the trash bag
You

a mystery
Put it on her smile like it's sponsored by Listerine
White girl dropped in, good listener she start tripling
Bend that corner like a joint, we ain't

anti-social way before I caught covid
I'm thinking about crashing out even that i'm holy
I'm talking to God like he my big homie
I'm by myself on this island
I

none on my team
I don't do no snakes got these bullets for actors
I'm not like John Wick, if there's a dog in my circle I'll put him down right by myself

like we smoking Only runts in here
Not getting this bag is the only thing They say to fear
Talking outta the ass gets shit Brought up like some karma