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friends would sit by the rocks
And suck on those motherfuckers, lying to each other about
Girls we were chasing, till this day, I find it funny how
Niggas

(We're all rootin for you baby!)
Who the fuck am I kidding?
You've seen the size of this knife
(It's illegal in all 50 states)
I know you're tied up

Fucked three girls they said who ya pick
Feel like Swae Lee cause I'm lit like a bic
30 degrees for the ice on my wrist
Winning with ease there is no game

to the hill with tommys taking all the figures
Me and all my niggas go bananas silverback gorillas
Killing shit i go berserk big bang no skirt all my niggas put

Breakbeat drums and cigarette smoke
Remind me of a time
When we would take the Northern Line
And queue up on a basement stair
Behind some goths who

little boy he's such a trashcan
Everybody claim they know the name
Everybody claiming know the game
While I'm in it for the cash cow
By myself i went

Enemies they been looking for scores
Watch The Envy got em feening for yours
Gatherer the tools and move out
Blues comin to check
Cuz we left a bunch

was fed up I had had enough
Remember sharing that air mattress when we a'int have enough
Now I'm up 40
Now I'm up 50
Now up I'm 60, and look who fucking

Afro you gotta roll up bro
We love you God
When you livin' like a giant how you worried bout an ant?
I do what I can, I do what they can't
Two 12's

in the bleachers
They try to play hard and tough by the skin
But I know they the weakest they lacking the patience
I gotta be real, stay humble I mean

racks up
Cant talk bout wasshisname
Yea
We jus rolled em in the last wood
Big opps what im smokin on
Pink runtz you cant match us
You get smacced up
Fo

We need to learn to celebrate our heroes
Stop trying to destroy them
Stop trying to pull them down
Stop hating on them
Your jealousy doesn't stop

hella played
My brother
But hunting your own down ain't the way
My brother
Who am I
As if I know your britches and your shoe size
As if I know ambitions

that my circle small
Fuck wit us thats suicide
Two can try but two gon die
We brutalize its do or die
Never wonder who gon' ride
They a stab you in back

Brainwashed by the bullshit had to rinse off
Kick a bag to me ima touchdown from the
Kick off yeen heard bout it ask ya bitch dawg/
Tax season like Christmas

name is again
Me and Bino profit sharing dividends
All we needed was Fifty
Got us enough riches for many men
The Nissan needed wheel axels
On Wesley

They want the same cause
Lonely but deep inside you want the jackpot
Drugs and narcotics don't mix too well
Armed with a gun
It's sad though
But who will

the food we need and forgive us for a sin

If you give to those against you
Your heavenly father will forgive you

Gotta use my own
I need a shoulder to lean

a day
If it's cheap then baby don't care

3.
Busy doing procrastination
Tomorrow became yesterday
We've got the time
Said the people who were swept away

rhonda wasn’t home, i ain have a leash
•if it’s over 50K keep it factory, now I see why all my people mad at me 
•I’m bout to bounce back, we bout to count

who be hating 
I’m the motherfucker that you don’t want to play with 
Ay bitch! Make yo ass do a backflip, hear too many words out your mouth, you know

Ay, Ay
Cause I been going back to back, I'm stuck inside without no rest
And I been rolling up this pack and it's been helping with my head
I don't

Rain, rain, go away
Come again another day

Oversized black hoodie
Cloud of insecurity
The only one who hangs out with me 
Is my little doggy Levi

Send me fifty bucks it's like the Real stuff doesn't to matter you
I wish you would have paid more Yeah attention
All of this time has gone by oh did I