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looking at us
Through a new old lens
I know the contradictions heavy
Bring a U-Haul in
Cause we was dope before you
And you walked in
And thought that you

about it
Fake fraud funny fuck nigga don't want to be around them
Get his ass wacked in the news paper we read about it
Cancer killing everybody what we

it's female cops give them the salute like a Lieutenant
Never get inside a trap house If I 'on't know who's in it
To them rats who wanna hustle me, tryna

it sit in the stash. 
I never fathomed that we'd split. 
It's a gamble, give em yo heart they don't handle. 
It wit care we was there in the back

cannot hate on nobody
And that is my problem
I give more than get
But I can’t forget bout them beta ass niggas
That tried Beta shit on an Alpha-bet
Go

(HOOK)
I'm Tryna see you in a baguette set ask what's next pick me and I'll bless you with a life that's lit brand new whips pick me and I'll take

Tai Chi

Killah Priest

Heavy Mental

1998

I waited to get tips
From Egypts to sea ships, to bein' chased by new york
Cops out the precincts, and words was bricks
We buildin' projects

i'm leaving shots
Take a hit off the spliff then I chase with tha shot
We making him drop made his mans diddy bop
Them niggas is ass you could tell by

don't really know people
And I'm people too I don't hide my intentions
If you against my interest you better give it your best
These hours I don't use

work, that's a bathroom break
My feet hit the dirt, and the rats start to shake
Life stays cold, and ain't shit new
I must've brought this on myself
I

laughin at with your plastic dance and givin no money back when you're head of the pack

- We're gonna attack your ass with bomb-ass raps and songs that

a head if I give him a check
We do shit like Nike, bend that corner I'm tryna kill the rest 
Better have yo strap, see me and Bdot
Gang say we got next 

And she got a friend, that's 2
Feel like i'm in heaven, la lune

Hard to trust a soul, niggas act hoe
Let em try, boy we getting low
Comfy with the tango,

knocking, make you feel like you got head-butted by Holyfield
Like Virgil Ortiz, I'm the new elite
That boxing scheme was just a quick way to remind yall, I

I been on my villain shit nobody care bout my feelings
So I done dead that shit how I been dealing
I just been taking it day by day ducking the news

caught cause his ass said he snoozin

I just bagged this Afghan bitch, I think she the bomb
Like a terrorist with a clear dress, I can see the bomb
Bitch

We don't run off on the plug nigga
I'll show you how to get your cream right
I'd rather run off on this dope fiend twice
Give 'em some bath salt say

in love with bad bitch and you was like you next up
We came from the lost and found
Now we in wonderland new town
Like spinning Beyblades on the ground

you know that's my habit
I been saving my money you know I'm investing
Give me a chance show you i wont waste it
Gotta couple shootas waiting inna

Verse 1: (JC Moonshine)
Smokin weed I’m drinkin shine I’m riding round this country town/ making my rounds me and my next of kin we moving green by

I’ma win give or take it
I sip patron with no chaser
with a bitch I’m chasing 
we touchin I’m gone embrace her
I need her just like a baker Ah 
I ain’t

Cause I always end up wanting to kiss ya

Wit yo bad ass lookin', bomb ass cookin'
Why would I ever wanna leave that pussy?
Don't be so pushy
I ain't no

FLAG, huh
Talkin onna net, can't back it up we on yo ass
Say he trippin' but he neva lace me like some Nike Mags, huh
How the fuck you Crippin' now you

Fuck it up, then we go get some more Bring that dope out to sea by the boat
Fuck it good, I'ma grab on the throat Pussy good, we done feelin' the flow