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it any day (any day)
But I was rushing so I told her give me number Andale
But I got to keep it real lowkey (tell 'em why)
Cause to be honest I belong

to the range work on you're aim fuck that wild gun firing
In the streets or not better keep that fire snakes they grimy
Heart froze from all these rainy days but

My first album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Well, by myself at least
And anyone who disagree can go

Ain't fuck with em I ain't on no new shit
Only chose the real to keep up in the movement
Only keep the real bitches by my side too
Might cut a bitch off

addict, that wouldn’t be tragic?
And you would ride, right by my side, while I justify and work thru the madness? And I could do everything I can to listen

for the striving ballers

Being pulled
Every which way
 By our diamond collars
Better fall in line
And expected 

Not to bother
Watch em, 

Don't let

ain’t new to me...
Seen 'em come & go...
I want the bread...
Yeah that buttered toast...
I just tell ‘em no way...
Like my name was O’Shea...
All I’m

daylight
But I can bust em even harder when I bust at night 
So when they ask who is the best baby tell em the deal 
Its got to be your Unka Tony for real

Lizzo
Run and tell ya girls if this white boy good for something 
Know it’s eating pussy this vanilla good at fucking 
Text back later on like baby thanks

Reflection on beat, so now it's time to begin (echo)

Mystery like Hardy Boys, you all devoid of history
Believe that I'm wit all da noise, I orchestrate

the wave yeah the ship
Tell 'em hop on the boat while I'm on it
Cuz I'm bout to take off like a trip
They say that I'm born with it, maybe it's Maybelline
I

Buddha sit by my side

Put the work in practicin' and learnin'
Only truth when I spit
Write a fucking sermon
Even shoot all my flicks
Cut it like a surgeon

when he took them hits
Brake down ya homie to bits
Put em in a graba leaf then we smoke the shit
Gang shit Gang Gang shit
DVg gang
We moving Bricks Like

hear these motherfuckers hating then
Tell em' welcome to oblivion

Yung Lord, Yung Lord, Yung Lord
Hi-C, Hi-C, Hi-Currency yeah
It's all about

a car so a bike a rider
Black mask on so they call me Vader
You ride round with a blade and saber
Have 12 G’s but they ain’t gone save ya
Yeah I work

want to 
Win it! Win it! Win it! Win it! Win it! 
Lower my digits... Up my performance...
Kill 'em with silence... 'cause I won't tell 'em...
How I've

tell em that I'm posted
I don't hide from niggas, you can catch me in the open
All you niggas phony, playing roles just for the moment
Gang over

bags
Get em all off 
Don't tell me 
What a nigga think 
Fuck what y'all thought
Cause I got a fam 
That gotta eat
And that's at all cost 
That's by any

when he took them hits
Brake down ya homie to bits
Put em in a graba leaf then we smoke the sh**
Gang shit Gang Gang sh**
DVg gang
We moving Bricks Like

close to the sun young love 


Outro

It'll get you high (tell em' player)
It'll get you high 
That fly love (hey, say what)
That fly love
Ay man you

and stones may break my bones, but money tells em "Go ahead and hate"
But I wanna do it right, not by selling ice, just so I can try to get paid
That's how you

eating, for real we sharing the same chips
Boy I'm with all of the smoke, Ian just running my lips
New jays when I walk, I'm in the field, I won't slip
You

nothing to lose
I ain't got nothing to l lose
Look at the enemy he splitting in two
Look at 'em chains yea boy we breaking them loose
Unexpected we the ones

smoking that green
By the way I'm a veteran
Balling way too damn hard need a letterman
Nigga can't fuck with me got no leverage
And she can't take the dick