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gon' do it just like the movies, yeah
And we gon' do it just like the movies, yeah

Hey
And we gon' do it just like the movies
Lines on the table

fourteen with weed and a line
Cah didn't have p but I needed a dime
Told mandem I wouldn't leave them behind
If I ever get there, I got the team in

No yeah when we a party

So from you don't badmind and you nah show no sign plus yuh nah join no hater line

Ketch the light ketch the light ketch

a nigga aim head high, Mr Vegas
When we never had heat yet
Yard man sent the ting
Said "Come back with no teeth left"
Bells like a T-rex f a pop tune
Step

and we always pay them debts
Wassa, wassa, just like the crodie Pressa
I don't do no passa
Link with Scull and Cuz and Jamie ah yard and we deh pon Gaza

ship

Number 247681-Z, step to the line

Two types of people in this world to recognize
Conquered, and the one holding the rifle at the next in line

in that line up

Gapped tooth boy crooked smile on the come up


Shout out fatt tarr yeah I got this far

Im coming in hot kinda like a race car

I got

to the slave yard
I talk to God and I just pray for em
Yeah
I'm way ahead I'll wait for y'all at the finish line
Break a leg do your best don't waste your time

Young fly nigga, I been sippin' on the double cup
Keep a tooly up for my nigga
Went from rocking fake Goyard scooping shit from out the yard
Fuck it we

I been waiting waiting waiting for the right time
I been balling balling balling out in my prime
I ain't no druggy you'll never catch me on a line

Ian living what I'm rapping I'll line you up in sum chalk
She got me on soft i can never trust a bitch
Cuz they'll get you knocked off
They'll get you

baby (Nu uh) 
She hit my line but i hitta wit a maybe (Lil bitch)
Now dis shawty wanna fuck but i say maybe 
She in love with my line when she call i

You cross that line then you could die tonight

All I know is sticks but I ain't talking xans 
Niggas two faced heard he took the stand 

If that's

that line 
Shawty gon whip that white 

Wake up early in the morning 
Working for that paper
Gotta get my cake up 
Couple niggas hating 
Aint about

Look
Aye
Goldgod bitches get they blessing from me
You ain’t gotta pay no tides I’ll bless you for free
He can’t even leave the yard cause he got

gas
Press play pon a firmyard track
No time fi waste pa mi G shock watch
Back seat fully load wid cash
Couple mill pon the line fi go chop
Couple

yard some a hold gate hold faith
Call me million dollar man because me pocket hold weight
Fashion police a bring have some of the new designer
Shumba

This ya man
Him a look me
Wid admiration
Wanna hold me an a kiss me
Dhat a seem to be the plan
Wah fi cuddle
Want a whine
Wanna hold me waist line

And the deeps are blue
Well I've spent too many years in this salt mine
Every day no different than the last
And the days keep slippin' by just like a fault line

ain't same out here"
Want you to know, ain't no game out here
Ayee nah
I can't be joking wit' niggas I'm upping my fame and upping the playing yard
We

planning my future
I start to think, and then I sink
In the paper like I was ink
When I'm writing I'm trapped between lines
I escape when I finish the rhyme

that (Nah)
I don't take that

Get the bag (Yeah!)
Get the bag
To get the bag you got to cross the line (Ey!)
Cross the line but no go kill yourself for

How am I silent makin moves in the yard but yea I'm stomping
This heat that I spit'll hit you like a comet
That fake shit that you on yea that's not my

e prosper
Make I no go accept wrong offer
Wetin dey my back make I no find am far
Wetin dey my yard make I no lo far
Ohhhh! Father

Oh! Father  ohhhh!