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Rocking with a dread yard man

Mi love di way
We show attention
Fi each other

No other matter

Mi love di way
Our Heart so bright
Like starlight.

Eye

Front yard chillin w the friends

Shii nah yall ain't even catch that
It's alright though
Ima keep going
Not for yall but for me though

New goals we

I just need to work and don't play dumb cause I'll finesse, I got bitches on my line just
For me to put in check, got a billi in my mind, go ahead

of the pies 
Like bring another 10 
I need em by the weekend had a hell of a line 
Hand on your heart 
Would you let the ting clart 
Where your Enemy lies 
If

sing and dance and have a little fun

V1
Today my thoughts took me back in time 
To a hillside farm on the county line
It seems just like it was

a brick, throw it back, Jerry Rice
I'ma roll a doli, I'm a legend just like Kobe

Bitches on my line scream my name like they know me
He flexin' with his

toks, instagram
Facebook reels, it's all like look at me
Listen to this
Hey, hey, hey
We're like dogs in a yard with an electric fence
Scared to cross

Bitch this ain't elsa it's Jade Da Brat
Perfected my hustle playing real life Minecraft Crossed the finish line with my bag & the last laugh
Skkrt off in

the frustration
Saks 5th Avenue where we do cardio vaguely
Run up a credit line while the apology races
New Chanel purse
Doc Martins from Macy's
Rick Owens

I was feeling a little outta line
She was selling something barely in a disguise Soaps, candles, shampoos open your eyes
50 dollars for it are you

Never in our yard
Bethel villa trap god

Murder call the splat god
Send him up to that god
When Brudda died I asked you to send him back god
We was all

My baby kicked me out
She don't want me no more
Said "You're too damn drunk, too damn poor
Spend too much time on a fishin' line
To Hell with you boy

yard
We got shots, four, fives, we gon' hit them in his heart
If he try to run up on me, I'ma hit him with this R
And I'm a nigga from the Lou, they like

the spot wit a couple digits
New girl watch the Digi, but she do the Liz
Ridin' up in the city,
Baby say she miss me
Hostin up yards, say get me on your list

of rambling on
Freight trains calling my name dear
Don't you miss me till I'm gone
 
Smoke stacked steel mill rocked me on down the line
Box car and a bevel

times when you'll wanna leave
That was when the world wasn't lazy And the girls were half as crazy
And playtime was out in the yard
Spent summertime

I get Queen
She get tat
She get things
She dey my back
I get girl
She dey my yard
Every night she dey want make I kpa
See as she get back
Like that

shit
I had to be this shit

Nigga, I'll take you, bitch
Robbery in your yard
They came to boo this shit
But amongst the best, I'm a god

Control y'all

was easier
Everything was easier
I was running in the school yard
No one seemed to give a fuck yeah
Now if I step out the line I'll get crucified like

with Smith and Wesson
You stay in the bleachers
Name a time and place I can please you
Hold the line baby lemme see you
You's a dime a real mamacita
With

body at first
Now you got me tripping for your heart
Looking at your cleavage I be loving your chest
Bring all the boys to the yard yeah
I hope you can

White washed walls, washing on the line
Sun kissed fields, corn waving in the breeze
Rosita sings, as she does he chores
Her white dress bright,

my rate
I'm in line Y'all wait
Top of the list
Drip so crazy
Come get your girl she calling me baby
He can't guard me he to lazy
Broke his ankles I do

remember bout a half of it
But babe, I got a bad feeling, might've done some shit

Glasses been broken, cliché lines spoken
To the girl that's so hot, out