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TRusT! DIRTY!
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These hoes is conniving Dirty

| won't even try them Money
| won't even lie I'm gon make u look dirty
I'm looking good Poke it out
| won't even fib Funny how the world caught up with me
Im feeling nice! Heard them pigs in the New York dont fuck with me
I'm looking good today Sheeple
I bought a new suit Niggas just follow
I'm about to go to work Yall see thru
And praise god Help me out
| feel like celebrating Momma used to bump Luther no Beatles
lain’t been fucked up Mcnabb tired of getting soup from the eagles
Yea | been fucked over Karma
Still going hard! In the la with that blicky playing contra
| feel like celebrating Nasty
Ok I'm fucked up You can get the fist like Arthur
Yea | been fucked over Love screwing with the cops
Still feeling nice! Im lana
Everythings great! Two Sigs
Everythings cool! Big pun and fat joe they twinz
Everythings perfect! Pull it out they be mumbling like sims
Everythings good! and |don’t need twenty niggas tweaking synths
Everythings kosher! DIRT!
I can't believe that shit
| don'y believe that bitch GET LOW!
I don't believe these niggas bruh GET LOW!
They be lying
These hoes is conniving Look at these niggas
| won't even try them Grind my teeth
| won't even lie How they spit so much filler
I'm looking good wannas bes used to wanna be wiggas
| won't even fib Same wannabes wanna be killers?
Im feeling nice!
~Weak ass rhymes weak ass lines.
Same old synths them weak ass slides
these hoes is conniving
~ Fresh carpool this lanes all mine
| won't even try them
Even if | did already lapped can't get nobody by
| wouldn't put it in no rhyming Who you gon call when the trends all die
l ain't chasing plaques Niggas follow | been walking my path the whole time
| ain't even running Shit hurts worse when you deep in the grind
Baby I'm a soldier
Out on bail like pac in the prime
I get medals styles so slutty
When I'm gunning Even you gotta try it
They looking like Peggy
My shit jam big drum on the 9
When you spit subs you give me your time
let's see some receipts
You can't get it back niggas know | ain't lying
Everything | say | do
Gon’ get did
| don't talk trash
I don’t say nothing
|just speak facts
Niggas be bluffing
| won't even lie
|feel like I'm looking good
| won't even I'm feeling nice
Trust!
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downtown Bitch I write a scene on your life

Shawty poke your ass out And | only rap out of spite
lonly set Niggas up Loss is the theme my life
| don't back down after the steam and the hype
Black m,s rolling round with that K out Dawg!
Everytime | look down im clean this is my careers not a dice
~ Yea got it on me Never take L's to a light
bitch | am impervious to type
Big gat So young bucking at advice
Bail bonds Néw gloc leave it up to Christ
& Wrist slaps
Let's see u niggas Fit for a joker need a Harley
Try & doge Don Callis never been a carny
All this new tech and u know we showing out for Darby
Me and Tina bucking back at ike
BUCK! Ua diva make we gon drop the mic
Buck! Buck! Buck! New gloc leave it up to Christ
Fucking yo bitch Push
Like I'm back from the war
Fucking yo bitch Why would | show my hand
When I'm going on tour I put on a show on Demand
Fucked in the head at my best | want gore | was on the show who a fan?
In the ocean like Nemo these sharks hit the floor these boys never made a profit
We can’t relate Uain't doing shit Nigga stop it
Bitch | was poor I see who y'all biggin but It's gas
Empty the safe money on floor Grown men co sign trash
Log off go find bags
All of my songs a diss Two Glocs tucked in a bag
I'm might just ghost write a hit New Switches they Gon attached
They know thats money well spent And they said we never gonna last
Yea yea Death loop u ain't coming back
hold up! Them tweets cost u a life
Fuck ? Uain't had a hand in the hype
Nigga did huh with what? Nah
U Gon keep pushing your luck
If | aim for your head Bitch | write a scene on your life
Better hope that u duck
And | only rap out of spite
BUCK! Loss is the theme my life
Buck! Buck! Buck! after all the steam and the hype
Fucking that bitch Dawg
Like I'm going the war this is my careers not a dice
Fucking yo bitch Never take L's to a light
When U going on tour bitch | am impervious to type
Fuck on me baby you know I'm whore Too young bucking at a dyke
| Pistol whipped him Too young bucking at advice
so u know that it’s war
i ain't even half to show up in court
Dropping the case
Got her dropping her jaw
BUCK!
Buck! Buck! Buck!
Fucking that bitch
Like I'm going to war
Fucking yo bitch
Like I'm going on tour
Fuck on me baby
You know that he Boring
| feel like Ai
Ain't no win
I'm just scoring
Huh
I can afford it
In the ocean like dory
The sharks get em sorted
Nasty!
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Pick a location
Private spot your pride in shock when | put that pen to pavement
If he fall on that floor let him go Y'all can keep the dick riding | don’t need that
Gone!
Niggas ain't built for this page in my are
Cuz Real niggas they only feel u when they see checks
All this Champagne put a stain on my heart
these days
The bar so low for weird shit
Don't pick him up
he ain't built for this part Had to stopp sharing
If u ain't wasn't here for them lows I'm so peerless
WALK Beats get u off your bum ass Like baron
Blick on hip and I’m dressed like a GOD White boys be on they burners who they think they scaring?
Labels like burners Black men who hate themselves don’t like what | be sharing
Just use em toss Steady bumping niggas that don’t own what they be blaring
| took a shot and like Moses they part It's apparent
U Niggas got failed by your parents
I can’t tell what u mean The kimber
Why Does ur black feel like business to me stay on my side like Sharon
Industry lies never line up on screen Cut your season short as soon | get to airing
Peggy keep scoring |feel like the Dream God don't like ugly
& Just look at how u appearing Nigga
what u want !
Ugh! You bitches all blue notes
Y'all love the fake No Harold Melvin
| been real from the start It's facts
Never hesitate to shoot at a star
stocked up weapons & pussy and cars
Just thought u should know Look I get it
Ugh Yall need Imsge
~ Look at this lane that | made Yall dont care bout talent
It was vacant I know that u won't admit it
These veggie grill niggas
Don’t really want beef But u love my styling
Real niggas dying Got a clip at one of my shows
And fake ones replacing & see me free and wiling
Now I see my DNA all in y'all beats Im a young frank Zappa
TALK U Sarah Palin
Niggas just rap Just simple
< don't back up that talk Basic
~ Pray for Me
Got so much smoke in my heart No blance
Rap like I'm gifted Some niggas is washed up
And grew up on guard Yall need to leave the island
Everybody cant be Beyonce
Shorty want Dick
Money? Bitches be wyling
She just want leverage? Somebody gotta be michelle
Tout 3 I guess u aint surving
Felt like 3 when I'm in it Huh?
Peggy the gOAT
More ike the feds as soon as u soon me
U know that it's finished
And
How u can tell that he winning?
Floated right thru the pandemic no limits
stunted creatively
don’t got a vision
Die for my pride
U be hiding in gimmicks
Gloc with a switch
Turn a vegan to spinach
Pm 50 we ain't beefing
Udinner
turn a I'll do it right
Right Into who did it
Some u can't speak
U should Just buy ticket
Choke em to death
With smoke the From this fye
Giving these alt niggas hope when | die
Call up my momma then hang up the line
Money got me feeling white like I'm Thai
HAWK!
When |go out
Tell em Peggy ain't give up
He fought
Fuck EM
WHAT KINDA RAPPIN IS THIS? i
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Is killing me inside
| must confess
Risk x 8 | still believe and try
Icex 4 Give me a sign
Bitch look at this shit My loneliness
Is killing me inside
What kind of rapping is this? | must confess
Tell me... | still believe and try
When I'm not with you
now I'm looking at this one I lost my mind
now I'm looking at that one Give me a sign
now I'm looking all over the world That's it’s mine
Hit me
Yea little bitch | been rapping like this Baby
Niggas thinking | strip! One more time

are you feeing me now lain’t relaxed yet

big dog Taking a break from these albums I'm gassing
Make em follow the script Yea my skills is past that
Like LL when I'm back in the house They talking down
Lil bitch | been We been looking right at that
Rapping like this They think | can’t match that
Marion Barry Peggy to real for these games
I'm taking a hit | blew past that
He carried a cross
I carry a clip talking my smack
Like and u niggas ain't did shit bout
What kind of rapping is this? What that?
| pray to him for a sound Are u thirsty?
Like Jesus Deliver me now Are u lost?
Weak men always have Are u dumb?
So much issues with me bitch where u at
It just happens Carmen San Diego
It's bound all on this map
Lil bitch Ulie to the lord
I been rapping like this & Ulie thru these apps
covered in money Your man got the two piece
They thinking | strip! Guess you'll get the Mac
my pop was a ghost DONT STOP LYING
And my partners ain't shit | get stuck in the past get to crying
| Rap like I'm one bar Then remeber my path get to rhyming
from slitting my wrist It doesn’t get better
You one bar away
from me splitting your wig My loneliness
say a few words Is killing me inside
and jump back in the pit | must confess
| still believe and try
What kind of rapping is this?
Give me a sign
Tell me...
My loneliness
now |'m looking at this one Is killing me inside
now I'm looking at that one | must confess
now I'm looking all over the world I still believe and try
When I'm not with you
Yea little bitch | been rapping like this lost my mind
Niggas thinking |strip! Give me a sign
That's it's mine
Hit me
Baby
One more time

Oh baby baby
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All of my music is mission impossible
| made the Normies belive in a vet
Crackers be thinking these lines are deplorable
~ they just be mad cuz | aim for they neck
Wait.
They just be mad cuz | aim for they neck
~ They just be mad cuz istill get respect
Even when I got my got my foot on they wait
~ Bars
feel like I'm rading they room
Crackers be yelling out mtv next
rip a deal
Settled for less
You can tell Craig
| doubled it back
Working is hard
It's easy To hate
Twerking for stars
& Scraping the plate
I get it
But homie | can’t relate
These off ass beats
Got me blue in face
Rip DOOM
Thru the villain I'm raised
Giving the beats to ****** and cases only
You not gon rattle this Nigga
young peg in the clutch turn to Damian llilard
| made it out poverty richer
You heard one of my songs and triggered
We ain't got the same issues
The text green?
Are you jealous or mental?
So unoriginal you gon have to akwafina
That accent if you wanna trend
All of my hate come from weak ass men
With they weak ass hoes
And they woke ass friends
I come with the truth
I make em go bitch
I'm baiting these incels
To meet with the clipse
DIRTY!
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REBOUND! It's that way
Counting money
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First yo daddy got rolled in a sweet
Then you came to my show and got beat
It's so funny you try work it out
When these niggas can't even stay on beat
When | look at your shit im like huh? All then threats be making me hard
When i look at my shit im like AHHHH
Opposite of who u really be
Wav cap for me feeling like guapdad
All that shit that u did to ur girl
All| do Is respond
How am Imad
Ijust wish that you'd do it to me
It gets funny the more that u front
Fore u click be sure what u want
He told me to stop dissing his kin
Oops | did it again
Did u know that your ****** is dead
When I'm fucking these ***** bitches
Know it hurts that you missing your Friend
In the public we cool
selfish as shit
In the bed she be singing Niggas know that I'm petty
I'm fucking my enemies bitches I know we got beef
We ain't singing no deal And you know I'm winning
She just love that we winning
It's on me
Niggas named after baking soda
But ain't never touched no fucking
I'm down with the sickness
Coke in your city
Counting up baby dollars decimals digits Pretending
I'm fucking Thanks to me that bullshit ending
These ***** bitches
Heard your tape
They be ****** out
Glad |didn't get a mention
Cuz she notice The difference
Been there
Cuz you know how that woulda ended
Internet think | be playing with shit
Didit
U know I'll bitched you in front of your kids
Your **** Know you teacher |plan on confronting you
Was with it
Show up in class | ain't packing no lunchable
Dig it Nigga

— DO not
Fuck with me
Baby | can't be stopper fr
Last Nigga tried me broke and lying
Baby | heard this man got grilled
Look at the prescher
And look at the spiel
Swear on the Bible |keep it concealed
kissed with no roses i left em like SEAL

Why should | pray for your health?

Baby I'll pray for myself?
Why would | pay for your pics boo?
I'm fucking somebody else!
I'm tucking somebody better!
U still just fucking whoever!
\'m over the top, i get to buildin off all of the energy built by the opps/ i get to aimin this flame the banga gon mangle top/ full metal jacket rappin smackin harder then soap in a sock/ key be to lock, I'm
meaner than mast i cleaned up the flow wit a broom and a mop/
flow ain't c prop, snake rockin next to me | drew the line on the site like im brock/
Speakin of brock, line to ya face/ copied and paste, left nat a trace/ you gotta taste, shit would've been a zoom meeting be i woulda boxed up his face/

How u talk shit and get caught with no pole

How u still up and coming u old
Fuck your momma sister bother & niece
Baby u failed time to try some new goals
We know that ********** that tar
We know u love to put ********#*
Quata hires think it's cute when they sneak
When we catch em we gon pull him apart
oc! DIKEMBE!

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It's not a habit
feel like a bad bitch
I smack it up Beefing with bums
It's a closed casket | just rap for a hobby
this flow mastered Millions of views
‘ma whole hasbeen Not bad for commy
| know it's tuff Yea your Ig threats cant stop me
Was spitting Show me that face
Off beat at my old spot Girl Take off the proxy
how You gon tell me | ain't poppin | pray that your ears grow up
Baby your not And i wish u the best in your hobbies
Finna Take the praise back
Finna take the game back How the fuck you this way now?
And I'm still spitting in they mouth | know u hate that U switched up and | dont believe it?
Better put that money down One hand in the air
Better store that cash and tree Feeling like dikembe
Better make it work When | block the demons
Just like they been working me Dont matter who sent
And when this album over Dont matter where it went
work for nobody for free | just cant stop the bleeding
And when this album Over | feel it
Work for nobody but me!
| Been struggling babe
Not with money
Not with fame
All my bitches control me with shame
Take down the ip, look at the hate
Blood sweat & tears working In vein
Seven pounds
Everything bright they throw me I shade
Look there dick there's pussy there's profit
These the choices that u gonna make
Wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
How can u hate
Beating up barriers
Fucking up odds
Y'all can’t see big Peggy no mas.
Beats on deck
No help no mods
Yall know I look up to these stars
Sike
Im the ground with with gods
l act like dick cuz they treat me like Todd

I dont hear none of u

Im in front of u
My lyrics trouble u
They confronting u
How did | did that
U dont wanna knew
Step when | pop out
A good son will do
Anything it takes to make it exist
Musical risk im upping the switch
Blrrr
Birrr
Next time u sub
Remember the click
TIRED, NERVOUS
& BROKE! Why the fuck I’m still here walking round if ua demon
See?
I don’t belive it
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I don’t never miss
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additional vocals by Kimbra nigga to start with it
I know why You hate
cuz you don’t feel safe in your own apartment
~ Why the fuck I know why you hate cuz u know you lame even though you balling
You said that shit U said Yea I see the bitch in you niggas | know that's common
If you ain't meant The money can't change how a bitch Nigga started
| don't belive it start off making threats
She bumping Brent end up paying homage
But she black as Ben Carson caught for possession
Back in the bricks | feel like Sarah mclachlan
I Was giving dick Bitch drop yo nuts
To all my seargents I'm tired of tweeting
I know you mad And talking
Cuz yo friends ain't no g's Pretty socks
& We got Straps as big as dugg Big gloc
In my apartment Bitch Im with that nonsense
Keep It on the hips
when | load the clip What about that shit you said
Ima the blow cartridge Them years when | was broke
& aim that heat at your garments & What about buying a ticket
Boy to get beat up at my show
The opposition sick of me
What about that shit you said Tired nervous or broke
Them years when | was broke You thought that | forget
& What about buying a ticket But bitch I'm never letting it go
to get beat up at my show | got em on the ropes
The opposition sick of me
Tired nervous or broke Now are ufeeling Me baby
You thought that | forget Or do u need it more
But bitch I'm never letting it go I keep straight faces like Casey
I got em on the ropes whenever I'm in court

Hit em hard | can't keep making fire

swing it left I never pass the torch
And get em gone Lil Bruce Wayne
Pick him Im so special with it
Up dust him off Beyond your reach
Give him some more tryna Big up all these terry mguienss
All my opps black Canelo
Sick tired nervous and broke Putting on a clinic
And they still take me as some joke They don’t know how I'm doing it
Still stuck on how | did it
Now are u feeling Me baby Weak
Or do u need it more
| keep straight faces like Casey
whenever I'm in court Your selfish like me
It's why we get along famously
| can't keep making fire It's too late for me
I never pass the torch Baby
Lil Bruce Wayne I don’t wanna be sold out baby
Im so special with it | don't wanna be stressed out for profit
Beyond your reach I don’t wanna be gon that long
tryna Big up all these terry mguienss You'll get yours
black Canelo And I'll get mine
Putting on a clinic You'll get yours
They don't know how I'm doing it And I'll get mine
Still stuck on how | did it
Weak
| wish | would sidechain a kick to a beat bitch please
That's shit u need
BUM
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Back in this bitch
With ac on case
You better lock your door all in the gram
Shorty But don’t be in my face
Niggas gon slide In gotta keep going
No warning | see why you hate
You know how | do it
| see what u make
You got got problems keep that shit inside Him Just stop it
Wait
1 deep in the back How Igot these niggas
Running in place
Black man can't depend on sympathy Mute spitta
| feel like Hip hop tried to put a hit on me when that gun in your face
pussy niggas put me in a boxit’s a belittling repoed Packing the Mack
these beats keep coming like kilos
switch styles make em feel like mantio
in the back of the gate
In this the game the police use cheat codes
everything you hear | actually made
You witty on Twitter
Ya heard me
But bitch is you actually paid
i feel like | just beat case
Your bodyguards cant keep you safe
| tell the wolves | dont need no plate
Whole different styles in my other hand
if you been here a while you relate
I stay feeding my kids I'm they government Fuck my seargents
baby regan I'm crack on the case Fuck your base
Fuck that harness
Trickle down get that shit off my chest getting
Bang
Fuck them planes
Step off the stage | feel so HOT
Fuck your music
Fuck them chains
Fuck your videos
No weeks to relax
fuck your face
‘on the road I'ma
red head stranger everything that y’all do is fake
You know | gotta keep the smoke for the haters everything that | do get hate
| tell the wolves I don’t need no plate
You know we only distribute with these majors
conceal
My bulldogs gonna eat yo face
All faces no case
That shit don’t make me
No deal
feel no type of way
Mind vacant
New champ All in yo city get no hate
None!
New heel
All them threats sound fake
This flagrant
A
Better yet so real
love em
niggas get shot everyday

I can't peek yo face

i feel like | just beat case
c
Whole different style in my other hand
if you been here a while you relate This price
I stay feeding my kids I'm they government make him pay
baby regan I'm crack on the case I just want the hate
Trickle down get that shit off my chest getting | just want your place
Bang I gave it up to god
Step off the stage | feel so HOT 1 GOD gave me this K
Make it shake
Wait
I'm tired of dodging fate
It's so many niggas | hate
It's so many niggas | can’t

Back in this bitch

With ac on case
all in the gram
But don’t be in my face
gotta keep going
I see why you hate
You know how |do it
|'see what u make
Just stop it
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| got yo baby mama

in the backseat
This other nigga baby mama
won't stop keep harassing me
| can't keep with up these girls
I just want quiet and peace
there's more than dick in this world
Bitch take me back to streets

Gotta keep Sonning of u

Fuck everyone of u
| gotta the gun In a tee
she I'm done with u
Vhad my fun with u
~ Take me back to the streets
.. watch your tone
when u talk this geek
choppa don't jam
It’s like one of y'all beats
Stay in the lab
get the fuck out the streets
This is not what you want
This is not where you at
~ This not it!
| finesse and jugg and that bitch
Give It back |ain’t thru with that shit
Can't do shit on your own
know u need the assist
attack of the clones
When these niggas be spitting
off beat shit ain't gon make u a living
Teach u something since you think I'm kidding
woke 3rd eye rapping ass niggas
NOI flows with pork for a image
Ha!
Babe
call up the minister
something just ain’t adding up
But lions and leaopards
Ain't meant to be jiggy
Tyrone hill this ain't met to be pretty
Niggas named after baking
but ain’t never touched
no fucking coke in your city
~ she so thick hit that bitch a fast ball
Know you wanna fuck for my image
heard your tape glad | didn’t get a mention
Last year bitch | beat a sentence
| swear these hoes just want the attention
stop talking
| see you blurr your face for gram
"ll blur ur face for forensics
With a daw bitch I’m Jimi Hendrix
with this thot shit I'm Eddie hen..
Wait Kendrick
Man...
DAM! DAM! DAM! Gotta take more shots
Get a good lead
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Till the rim the bleed
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Mastered by JPEGMAFIA Work like little Steve
Working all day
I don’t take no sick leave
Damn
<In my sleep hear click beats
Damn Gotta keep swimming
Damn Till that mother fucking ship leak
Ah ha ah ha ah ha
| feel like the new black hen rollins Awha a wha a what?
Niggas studying my footwork I'm James harden Your bitch...
Bitch who it
Where ya going
Come here
I thought Itold yo ass already
lain't from here
And yea we gotta to drive to la la
and you know why
gotta go & hurry through New Jersey
can't pump there
Babe
I'm such a negative bitch
my friends turned on me
Then |turned rich
Sadam gommarah
I turned back they still talking shit
Damn....
Hold my hand ...
All my ex
ex fans . .
| Promise ...
I swear that baby
some body and a new header
\ did ***
Like of course | could do better
What else?
Gotta take more shots
Get a good lead
Keep taking them shots
Till the rim the bleed
Tilll succeed
Work like little Steve
Working all day
| don’t take no sick leave
<In my sleep hear click beats
Gotta keep swimming
Till that mother fucking ship leak
Ah ha ah ha ah ha
Awha a wha a what?
Your bitch just be fucking whoever
I fuck her she yours
She let him

DAMN!

Is this the price of having fans

Babe
I'm so precise I'm always planned
And
Afro thunder with these hands
On your head gon’ be some ....
On my head must be some bands huh?
Gucci mane
I think U love her
Danny swain
| think |love her
Big nose in that pussy
| Feel like Andre igudula
the money put me in a trance
The label got me nudging stems
Wait!
I need way more than that for an advance
play with my money
Shit won't go as planned
For sure
For sure
UNTITLED &I don't trust
these Niggas views
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Hit em with the Olly
And we fucking on your partner
Damn cuz U kno poly
How u it want it then Ima be Swinging on these crackers
Industry done let a Like I’m playing hockey
wolf in the pig pen
Big mouth back it up Young pk subban
why ufaking then With the stick on me
u niggas still ain't did shit These niggas grey worm
I'm starting to feel like Zimmerman Straight unsullied
~ Not fly trap a star Boy you scared and you weak plus you dress bummy
strip a wing from him
Back in the city I be twerking on stage like I'm bad bunny
U a pot that I'm pissing in These niggas going thru a phase
Oo somebody pray for his Dweeb I'm going out the country
Some niggas die trying to make a mends Why?
They gon find yo bitch ass face down
Cuz I get more money
You want this Nigga I'll be that
to the grave I’m a be wear ya seed at Young Thor with the hammer
U still ain’t ran this fade & you can't touch me
And u know that I'm still with that nonsense What your life like?
Leave Lil bitch in the field with no options Why you settle for this job?
But u stay on my mind everyday Couldn’t get yo mic right?
Yea These off field niggas spreading highlights
it’s no secret Acting like we can’t read a fucking
Crown heavy on my head
But | keep it Yea you not weirdos
In the grave like pa And you not with the shits
I'm heated And your never on go
Amazon's fresh wtf
At your door bring the beef In begging for a donation
U still ain’t ran this fade
How the fuck am |still on your concience get momo ou
Know my enemies sick of this taunting nigga shout to my hatians
But U stay on my mind everyday Ugh
~Get money nigga stay patient
When you doing shit right
When it's cold outside Lames stay hating yea
Get in up in the office _~ Pull that blicky out they singing like clay Aiken
Dead niggas steam better ~ y’all circle jerking with no bitches and no bacon
Lemme pick a coffin Out west with the smith like I'm jaden
My Main bitch wanna get hit Let it Ring from either hand like nick saban
But | ain't steve Austin More money more gun less vacations
When | did bury me next to Scott hall And ~ Nigga we deserve them donations
bottles sharpening my edges ima alcoholic Don't play with me
Gotta keep my hairline on Candace Owens Bitch Play PlayStation
Kevin Owens It's safer
Real nigga fuck a token
Melatonin
Niggas sleeping on the moment
Apnea
Late night
With the Gloc loaded
Joe Budden
With the pump
When! aim focus
Nigga how u never miss when the whole world is hopeless
Joe Biden can't remember think I gotta focus
I be going
Speed thru the tolls
My bitch consoling
All these writers getting fired
feel like James comey
Nigga fuck a interview
U better know
It’s on me
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whole time | got the vice grip

triggers busting niggas ducking Fuck that bitch | changed plan
I got the right clip Switch my style like | switch hands
good manners or the damage Block the witness take the stand
anigga might tip Fuck out the way bitch back it up
Shit better get played in a palace
I drive the boat for the passengers
this a Kodak moment A nigga might drift
I cant treat niggas like big deals
Why put up a front I'm callous
| work smarter not harder BALD!
this is a life tip | look like Ray Allen
can’t get your show on the road ~ These niggas make beats on big wheels
nigga’s need a pilot Your files is not a challenge
you niggas trash still slaving away on sylenth Boy you cant rap for shit
matter fact you slaves Shuttlesworth blessed me with talent
no matter who niggas sign with Hairline proof God needs balance
lemme look at your deal BALD!
21 savage
My life was written already
to these millie vanilli ass niggas So | was gifted already
don’t even own what u rhyming And with this god given talent
| knew the devil been met me
I cant take this living all alone Can’t compare me to Jesus
I'm Phyllis Hyman Because he ain't no his father
Billie eilish He told me peace be still
got 4 Grammys
And see that steal is revolver
It’s frightening Cause in my hood these niggas
slick old nigga I'm pebo bryson
flows be so so so u off key Popping mollies and shootin
rapping like its 04 I'm stress the fuck out
wrote this in red monkeys That's why | must commence to
Get zooted I'm trapped in my head
steady hand Peggy my production is a diamond Between the thoughts of health
pre In execution and timing And my wealth
slick rhyming Right next to being selfish and just being myself
pick up the pattern tackle melodies like a lineman The fast spitter slash cash getter pass sinner
rapping offsides throw the flag when you fine him Sipping bad liquor Is the nigga that you know
Up in your turf with a bomb and a plan
I'm the goat
To them clout chasers and them bout whatever's and then wave riders
flowing in enemy territory Told em that my life is not a boat
| feel like walt white You can't float
teach u niggas how to get busy on usb mics Call me ZXLTRXN when I'm rapping
rapping like schoolly d Call me Denzel when we fuck hoe
and dressing like magnum P.I. Your allowed to touch me but | don’t wanna keep in touch though
she need a tip drill Say I’m living comfortable because I’m making much dough
peggy been uncut since E.1. But | wasn’t happy cut my hair and let the sluts go
Ever so softly suicide has crossed me
all these amatuers
Did | lose my mind | feel my head been lost me
they cant keep up with my stamina
Been a couple years and haven’t spoken to lofty
ebony
Haven't seen the family only been with the posse
wrong category Couple gold plaques scratch that off a goal list
you ain’t built for what you backing up Cold shit is getting diamond plaques by staying focus
make yo bitch back it up No whip
all these weirds beats | won't let em do me like Jahseh
you commenting while I’m stacking up My mama say that | should pray cause demons come in different shapes
gots to find new wave Got that stray rats on my body cause Maurice
these niggas stay attacking us Don’t fuck with bape
feel like a Titan
All these bars that | be writing make it hard for you to relate
Hesitate | rarely do when fucking these hoes | barely knew
when Im strapping up Over turn and start a new can't act like ajit by 32 I'm 25 though
my flow a bachelor Dreadlocks had your boy like sideshow
get to fucking on the back of her Bob
and get attached to her Can‘t complain about too much because I’m on my job
pistol poking I look after her Switch my look | got em hooked they call me young heart throb
your beats innacurate lam bald
muddy low end and you over-compressing
Because you don’t know what you doing so you be stacking it
don’t know the difference between threshold and attacking it
you impassionate
ungrateful
mince meat don't mince words
bitch I hate u
thinking about what I'ma do
& how ima do it when | face you
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Fuck that bitch | changed plan

Switch my style like | switch hands
Block the witness take the stand
Fuck out the way bitch back it up
Shit better get played in a palace
I cant treat niggas like big deals
Why put up a front I'm callous
BALD!
look like Ray Allen
These niggas make beats on big wheels
Yo files is not a challenge
Boy u cant rap for shit
Shuttlesworth blessed me with talent
Hairline proof God needs balance
BALD!

Look I'm cashing out

Young Darby I'm tagging in
They gon’ bring your casket out
I hope that u fit in it
00000
What u doing babe
How u get caught with no gat
U niggas must got no pride
Peggy gon’ give u no slack foreal
Cuz u pussy
Keep my business off the gram
Switch my style like | switch hands
Going to war, on foreign land
Fuck out the way bitch back it up
Shit better get played in a palace
Wait
I cant treat niggas like big deals
These toys don't come with no kids meal
Been there done that done seen it
Not my girl but | fuck her like she is
They be Fucking up my lyrics on genius
And these pussy ass critics repeat it
Been the same since Even Stevens
Yall niggas switch with like the seasons
Y'all lives ain't got no meaning
And them deals ain’t got no freedom
I cant just loop it and leave it
Gotta smack it up rip it up and eat it
HA!
Ucant feed your kid because
u spent that shit on your car
Tape my hands I'm going over squares heads like a VCR
HA!
BALD!