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f-ckin’ bad b-tches off da dusse;

n da streets playin’ n-ggas like a arcade;

traphouse jumpin’ like da first day;
of da month;
gettin’ cake like my birthday;

i lost my dawg ta this street sh-t;

on some fluky sh-t, not even no beef sh-t;
like martin luther king;

b-tch i gotta dream;

own city don’t want me to reach ittttt; x2

been f-ckin’ b-tches, pass em ta my n-ggas;
these b-tches ain’t nun ta me;

you hate, lotta time & attention you pay;
could be showin’ me love fa free;

i looked in da mirror & i seen a black goat;

empty chairs at my tables;
yeaaa free all my kinfolks;

please, pray fa that n-gga;
who gave all dat info;

gone blow in da game
like this for nintendo;

i been in my bag, f-ck them otha guys;
let em live, thats how you k!ll a n-gga who wanna die;

orangе suit, don’t wanna see it’ but i gotta grind;

i rather risk it all, then to stay broke;

quick ta makе a n-gga fall, you don’t want smoke;

trappin’ inna sweatsuit, wit da pole close;

no great value oil, poppin’ like sum crisco;

i can get a n-gga gone, if i say so;

yea

see, we been inna car, more than in da crib;

i can show you how i feel but, not how i live;

neva thought i was the one, now i feel chosen’;

i was living out here blind, now my eye open;

trappin’ fish bowl, out da ren-tal;
hot boxin’ thinkin’ bout tha sh-t i’ve been through;

pole on me, pray them n-ggas i run into;

in da streets must get em gone, before they end you;

f-ckin’ bad b-tches off da dusse;

n da streets playin’ n-ggas like a arcade;

traphouse jumpin’ like da first day;
of da month;
gettin’ cake like my birthday;

i lost my dawg ta this street sh-t;

some fluky sh-t, not even no beef sh-t;

like martin luther king;

b-tch i gotta dream;

own city don’t want me to reach ittttt; x2

yeaaaaa
like r.i.p nip;

i ain’t crip, but it’s blue on everyone of my strips ;

everyday i’m takin’ risk;
even tho it ain’t nan black judge in dat courtroom;

all of us solid, cement;

in da game, i’m too focus to worry bout the bench ;

st. patrick’s day, bout the green you get pinched;

keep da heat like da dryer’ n da trap like da lint;

always gotta skully like joker thats no joke;

i be wit my dawg, & he comin’ like chico ;

i love my n-ggas , we can from da bottom & you love yo n-ggas cause, you on da d-low;

f-ggot, you d-ckridin’ just fa protection ;

f-ck b-tches;

got bodies’ like drivin’ while texting;

don’t just be rappin’ i’m really finessin’;

i promise you blessed, if you still in my presence;

know i’mma take-off;

all of this grindin’ gone pay-off;

hit her ass wit a snow-ball;

she said, it feel like her face-off;

i’m finna make it ta cali’ palm trees swayin’ while bro rollin’ woods up;

me & my n-ggas we bosses, don’t fw n0body;
got bread like a brinks truck;

f-ckin’ bad b-tches off da dusse;

n da streets playin’ n-ggas like a arcade;

traphouse jumpin’ like da first day;
of da month;
gettin’ cake like my birthday;

i lost my dawg ta this street sh-t;

some fluky sh-t, not even no beef sh-t;

like martin luther king;

b-tch i gotta dream;

own city don’t want me to reach ittttt; x2

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