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breakfast
Beer for lunch
Happy Hour jungle punch
By dinner in the corner, balled, scrunched
Up tore
Waking up on another random floor
Knocking on Heaven's

this shit by far
Spare me all the rah rah nigga walk that talk for me
This shit is first nature I just walk da walk
All I do is keep it real man I keep

on me like The raider man
RIP John Madden I might never play The game again
Yeah I hear the chatter I ain't nothing Like they say I Am
Saloe's in da

going thru a lot of shit
That you just couldn't see

Lotta shit I was thinking about
Like what we couldn't be cause
You was holding back on da love
Like

of who we used to be
Now we both searching through trash bins looking for some food to eat
I guess we was a top deck to them but we still held all

the lil bitch gone and kick rocks boo

Free my niggas doing day by day day by day missing you
Gangsta baby I can't fit with them they ain't my kind of dudes

gritty
Shitty living got me ready
I'm heavily weighed by raging
I'm waiting to regain patience
It's that six, one side
Seven ain't lucky tonight
I'm

Vibing at night, riding at night
Phone in my hand, voice on the mic
Bobbing yo head, this what you like
Tee Walls who I am, gimme a swipe
Look me up,

crazy, but they will come true
Velle love business moves, Sosa love da court
Debo love to get fly he jumping off his porch
Taylor love rapping, he got my

the cream
Conducting a hit —he was then hit by the dics —who was conducting a sting
Robbers the drillers them warfare
guerrillas conniving drug dealers they

objection
Accompanied by my
Impeccable pronunciation
Using English language in a
Modern adaptation
And it's no exaggeration
I got something special that's

tragedy hit
Spit, this dumb shit, off the back of my gift Uh
Dropped myself from the slums by droppin da slumz, coppin the petty huns
Look how far we've

to fuck it up
We're going in
So we're about to fuck it up
Walk up in my lane
A lotta plays
So I can't fuck it up
Packed out by the 8th
I know I'm broke
I

just clear ya schedule put a date down fa me
Let's hit the interstate, and smoke a couple woods by da trees

I might jump across the moon fa her

to keep it the 90s
Went from underboss now I run da course they behind me
They a find me at the top my shit gon live forever
Cant define me wit a clock time

that jus the chopstick
I can jus tell who you are by the people that you rock with

tunes candlelight
Wake up in da morning sun shining bright
Everything on time for that early flight
Cancun gets live when you arrive
Mota on deck fumes

Woop
Woop
Woop
Woop
Woop
Da ops tryna slide on me
(They tryna slide)
Who can I trust don't really trust folk
(Where is the loyalty)
Every time I'm

these niggas choke
Grinding and cooking was making the most
Now it's sick alI the green that I gross
When I ring yeah she ain't got a tone
Talk in private

side of town
Where the gangstas boogie
And it all goes down
Where da leaves are red all year around
On this side of town
Word gets around
And you can

want that got into me
Y'all killin me
So i'm finna hang 'em up just like a center piece
Tell me Who you know that's really spitting this assiduously
With

should
You know I'm Naughty by Nature by the way your mom shook
When I hit her with a Heavy D-Bo flex I'm wreck less
My next guess is you wreck less checks

You know I'm Naughty by Nature by the way your mom shook
When I hit her with a Heavy D-Bo flex I'm wreck less
My next guess is you wreck less checks

replay
Chopper make music, I'm a deejay, ay
But in the court room shit ain't fair even C's and B's surrounded by DA 
Just here to re-lay a true message