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head high
Real niggas
We multiply
Smell straight dope
When I walk by
I need a glass of water
My mouth dry
Lucid dreamin' I'm hella livin' four mob it's

say
She got some spunk and panache
It's why she going up
Like the meters and the stocks
Beautiful Black queen
Might take ya to Maldives
You might be

You scream "Geez" when the CP Pullin
Niggas think we pleased by the game, stop cappin (stop the cap)
Wreckin all the keys you thought you had em on you

never wrong you
Your journey isn't the same as mine
Now I'm on spaceship
Walking by faith I'm on a fast lane
Dear Allah empty mind of  anxiety
Fulfill it

and mastering now
Mobbin by myself I'll never catch a R.I.C.O
This a Ted talk
This a key note
Beanie on thumper in my pea coat
Got a lot of skrilla on me
A lot

the Pain
Baby, ykno' dreams fade when you get raised by non-believers
Then we run away to be enslaved, underachievers
So I went and grabbed my keys, now I'm

with that bling, do it all for me
I was blinded, in myself confided, Jesus is the key
Like, who's this dude
What he tryna do
Black on white like Bruce

down, no dumpin' all the cars We livin' large, bitch, I'm a star
I'm Diane's goldenboy, Vicky's angel, Dria old man
Yeah, I'm a ladies man, black queens

But they run into to me
And this Glock don't jam
I gave it to you for free
I got the keys like I'm Jay-Z
Pull up in a AMG
I guarantee this shit'll have

passed with every credit
Load the keys in the Yukon, black matted
Solar flare caused by the diamonds on my Patek
Donny be dripping, that's my alias
I'm

of booger sugar and a fifth of Yukon jack
I got a half ounce of fire and a pack of spirit blacks

It's my day off so sobriety's a Nono
Roll myself a blunt,

chopper city

Ain't no nigga finna play wit us
Even if by myself

I'm stepping
And I'm still more dangerous

Mama know
Im blowing bout mine

She be tryna

and gold rings, this is hip-hop
Female doggies in the cockpit, turnin' keys over like a locksmith, open doors, nigga
I just got in, mask off, I don't gotta

hype
it's the four tay
rock down
hit the shake down
gotta drop
that digit hit the
info it's your main
higga mack from da
seven one four kick
always by my

niggas Scottie Pippen
Red track red seats bitch I need a red key
You know Nel that's my brother and I fuck with SRT
Black glock magazine man I keep that

rocks kicked
No master key to truth, but I'm a locksmith Grew up middle class, ain't no plot twist
Never wanted for nothing, but livin' not rich Papa

gunna
They had me locked down straight for 2 summers
Now dat I'm back and my trap doing numbas
Ima real black king like I come from wakanda
Hollered

keep it Real; Honestly
Rainy weather Spree; I'm Daydreaming Maybe; Yep might Be
Next to Sea-Shanty; Still have Somewhere Your black Panty



Slide Way;

hours and I'm still not home

I see you lying there, darling
I see you broken in that hospital bed
cnd the baby's by your side, and he's not mine
He's got

niggas, yeah

And that was just the start, I load the clip, I shoot the bullets
Left the scene a work of art, the diamonds make me flooded
Low-key feelin'

I'm Elvis and I'm feeling like a million bucks
They say that she gonna kiss and tell bad that's just my kind of luck
Bet it all on black if I lose bet I

them doors down when the key was broke

What's understood don't gotta be explained
I sold dope before I ever sold a record in this damn game

Fast money,

black and white keys
Year in and year out would do
Damn
Why didn't I tell you?
The things that I was writin' in these love songs
Why didn't I tell you?

By Distractions & false prophets 

That ain't cool 

You will loose and get left behind 

Don't be in someone pocket like playing pool 

I love you ..