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It's a very mean and nasty place and I don't care how tough you are, it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it.
You, me, and nobody, is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't about how hard you hit, it's about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward.
How much you can take, and keep moving forward. That's how we did it, sir!
I don't see my lords, but I done got back in our fog
Had to stay focused, nigga, I had remembered I was tall
Don't think I'm joking, nigga, I see my dog all in that chalk
See what you told him, nigga, I hope you up it and you pop
Pull up out of action, get the blasts, and niggas talk
Turn to the past, bitch, I been hard and several laps
I get the ball, just know I'm past, I'm going hard just like I'm fast
What's meant to be just for the last?
I'm speeding fast, don't think I'm crashing
One call to fam, gonna go to blasts, that bitch in that
Don't wanna crash it, funds on check, I'm tryna cash it
All these shabash, she hella classy, get the drugs, some tele-hats
My boy be one, then get a pass, he's speeding fast
Don't think I'm passing, if you my opp, then come and blast
One kid a game, we moving fast, I have the phone up in that club
and they had love, and I was up on the stage
and I was rapping, had a feeling in my tummy
They think I do it for the fun, but it's a gift that I go dumb
Try to his brain, he talk to dumb, then we gon' turn him to a mum
And I have shit back and I listen to the things I heard from pop
What's that, it's trapping and I'm rapping, tryna make it to the top
We play for Keaton, if you cross the line, your life in with a pop
Funny for us, but make a mess, my dog he had to bring them off
He on that B-shit, when we hop out, then you cop out
Call a doonie, bitch, we hop out, lots of junkie, clean the shop out
My dog he crazy, brought the mop out, taught a twiddle that's called a cop out
I'm Lyric, who I'm smart as fuck, couldn't tell, I'ma drop out
I tangled his gun and a snus
Minor ways between selfie pictures
I'm a pop out of the Lambo throw her into the war like a handbook
A endless tunnel
Stomp her out in my leggings and see him do shit she got hands but she ain't got no hands
kids Mama told me this is gon' test you daddy said make sure but never respect you
Someone quick to pop off like a vessel plus I be picky about who I get next
I'm sure the other grand took a hell of a smack when I see you on a gone straight back smack
She be talkin shit waitin for the clap back I don't talk much when you get clapped up
I get the chicken I run it up he call me Muckas I'm sunnin' him
pussy be wet like a way of town and you chickens be drunk and you over done
cash out wild off the tips of sunset pretty bills that we ain't even fuck that
Got big juice again like three stones I bet the niggas off the pussy like a neck bone
I ain't move quick, ain't move slow I be pickin haters out like an afro
if the money ain't right it's too narrow go and tell the nigga add a couple hoes and you won't
Krushin, krushin I come thru
Krushin, Pearwith you make us fucking you bitches and don't trust it
Krushin, Krushin, Krushin, Krushin, Krushin and I ain't got nothin to prove something
Krushin,Krushin, Krushin I come thru
Khrushound, you make us fucking you bitches and don't trust it
Krushin, Krushin, Krushin, Krushin and I ain't got nothin to prove and I ain't got nothin'
I'm a pussy juice, I'm pretty and poppin' a mishap
She done talkin' I like it in physical hope
It's not bout the clock, it's the principle
If I said it, I did it, I never cat
Put your money on me, I'ma show me that
Body snatched like a chick from the thundercats
Keep it broken, cause I want to do that
Show up, show out in the silver, homegirls
Second life, they don't even know you
Broke nicks, bring me out like soda
Maui, mountain, gold, life, gorgeous
That thing in my purse, makin' hesitation
To body on me, makin' masturbate
What the apple I do is eliminate
Poppa late money, I take the rate
Cash out, wild off to the sunset
Pay the bills and we ain't even fuck it
Got big juice, lookin' like Phil Stone
I bet the niggas up a seat like a neck bone
I ain't no quick pay, ain't no slow
I be pickin' haters out like an afro
If the money ain't right, it's to no more
Throwin' to the nigga, have a couple hoes zero
I ain't got nothing to prove, so I ain't got nothin' to lose
I'm crushing, crushing, crushing
I come through, crushing
You niggas, fuck them, you bitches
Don't crush it, crush it, crush it, crush it
I ain't got nothing to prove, so I ain't got nothin' to lose
I'm crushing, crushing, crushing
Locked and loaded with Miss Dragonfly
You are tapped into the misdemeanor hour
This is the one and only body Bella
Feature Mike Smith, run up a bag
Make it pain
I ain't no how I'm coming if we blow it all tonight
He ain't worth by night
This bitch gon' run up a bag
She the type that'll run to a dude
On a tight turn, one and a two
I'll fall off and shit all the way back
And I'll sell crap for I sell this cat
Like me, I'm rare
Pushing that P, I'm player
Roaming this YRB where?
Ray Charles to the bullshit, who cares?
I'll do a star hoe, I'm the head honcho
Ain't gon' ball, damn mine is well-pull
You had the same front toe for months
Still in Miami, might fly to Toronto
So I can run through the states with my woes hoe
Hey, now, you a clown, you a bozo
Block money, but I'm tryin' to get a lil' modo
Me and my new, Grimmy Yolo
Gonna talk us, gon' swing them hip, gon' stat new cheer
Gonna stand on business, he don't take no shit
He'll swing that stick
One thing bout a shit, take that money
Trill, honey, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Trill, and he know how I'm coming
If we blow it all tonight, he ain't worry about nothing
This bitch gon' run up a bag
This nigga gon' run up a bag
Look, drink nothing like this
Ease, I'm pressed by the double lock key
Look, got her own lil' cheese with a neck and a wrist on free
That's a brand new body, body by battle
That's a brand new body
Get wet like a foster
Get on top of poppin' like a brand new chopper
No fat boy, gon' eat it like a waffer
Smack them cheese, kiss rock at the hostel
Beep, beep, beep, no walls, who knock
Killin' that cat, just like Mufasa
Four, four, get money in the A
One, three, she get money in the bag
Six, one, get money in the P
Row me a golf 40, what is wrong?
Bad lil' bitch gon' talk her s-
gon' swing them hip, gon' start new chup
Hey, real lil' gon' stand on business
He gon' take no s-
One thing bout a shit, take that money
100, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Trill, and he know how I'm coming
If we blow it all tonight, he ain't worry about nothing
This bitch gon' run up a bag
See la, this nigga gon' run up a bag
Cash Money AP
All characters, you do what you want when you problem, you already know what you're gonna
have to show, come on, yeah, hey
I might just pull up the spot with my n***a, we jump a whole bag on her
I'm killing these n****s, I look in the eye when I take off the mask on her
Shit, I might take twelve when I take it, but fuck, by the case, it's a gas on her
I'm showing these n****s, they not in the picture, and then I'm a flash on her
I run it up, I did the math for them
I counted, I run it, I counted, I counted
Guess I was good, but not good enough, had to stay on the corner, my hoodie stuff
Round a couple of n****s, I shouldn't trust them, how you talkin' change, you ain't puttin' up
I remember them bitches, they wouldn't fuck, now they stop to stare when I'm pullin' up
N***a double down, I'ma throw it up, they could buy a crib, would you look at us
We was just on the road, they had us in cuffs, had to do a bid, put me on the bus
They said I was missed, I guess not enough, I ain't get a flick, they ain't set a buck
I ain't mad, I'ma fuck em up when I touch, ain't no love for n****s, they not one of us
I ain't cuffin' bitches, I just wanna fuck, holdin' Nina closer, she the one I trust
I pop up on these n****s like magic, heard you lookin' for me, yeah, what happened?
I got 50 shots inside the plastic, turnin' a couple babies into bastards
All my n****s on go, we not passin', no free ride, we not givin' out passin'
Can't have the light if I catch you in traffic, just hit my lawyer 30 when he askin'
You do what you want when you poppin', you do what you want when you poppin'
You all right, do that, he'll be imperial poppin'
I might just pull up the spot with my n****, we jump a whole bag on em
I'm killin' these n****s, I look in the eye when I take off the mask on em
Shit, I might take 12 on the take, give a fuck about the case if the gas on em
I'm showin' these n****s, they not in the picture and then I'm a flash on em
I run it up, I did the mask on em
I run it up, count it up, I run it up, I did the mask on em
I run it up, I did the mask on em
I run it up, I count it up, I count it up, I count it up
I told you before, I'ma tell you again, they say be careful what you ask for
We're nothing to lose, no fucks, bein' given to middle fingers and no mask on
They add a few beavers on limited time, but who did you claim that you ride for?
10 of stills in your head and you're dying and beggin' me, please, I ain't ready to die for it
All these funny mountainous, till you get hit with the banger
Candles lit when you're used to trap, rest in peace, ain't coming back
See, I told you before, I'ma tell you again, I'm like back in the box when I pop up
Fitting cap, bane, bulletproof, not even magneto can stop us
You're my friend, checks, your credit is blank, my homies can't cash that
PTSD is your funeral, your mama keep screamin' flashbacks
One of these n****s be talkin' bout trappin' no pop to pissin' on trash bags
Fuckin' no work on a regular and runnin' your girl like I need that
Why do you think when you're runnin' the streets and you call you ain't gettin' no callback?
Call your connect up on a phone, he already didn't hit that
He fuckin' your girl like he owe me, buyin' some time with this pussy
Or both of y'all gon' be on the news, don't play with my money
I might just pull up the spot with my n***a, we drop a whole bag on it
I'm killin' these n****s, I look in the eye when I take off the mask on it
Shit, I might take 12 on the tape, give a fuck about the case with the gas on it
I'm showin' these n****s, they not in the picture and then I'ma flash on it
I run it up, I did the mad for him
I run it up counter, I run it up counter
I run it up, I did the mad for him
I count it up, I run it up, count it up, count it up, yeah
I cut it up, yeah
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh
It's going down the night
Oh yeah, it's going up in here
It's going up in here, uh oh
It's going down the night
Raise your glass up
Uh oh, it's going down the night
Raise your glass up
It's going up in here
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Go treaty up
I'onsto ha곡
Go on get your freak outta party lit
You head jumpin
Gonna hit the floor and get it poppin' baby
Gonna lay me down and get on top then baby, I'm a freak
So EU ain't no option baby, use caution
Lady, I been toxic lately
They call me big, will it with a B?
That's crazy, I'm a real right now
Everybody turns out everybody taking shots to the A
Everybody havin' fun, ain't nobody got a gun
We ain't even really trippin' bout the bread
We gon' have a good time, it might be our last time
We ain't finna take this shit here for granted
Baby, don't panic, we all a bad family
You know we work hard, play hard, we doin' damage
Uh-oh, it's goin' down tonight
Raise your glass up now, if you feel alright
Oh yeah, it's goin' up in here
Get your drink on party like we don't care
Uh-oh, it's goin' down tonight
Raise your glass up now, if you feel alright
Oh yeah, it's goin' up in here
Get your drink on party like we don't care
Go on get a drink in your body
Alcohol wasted, but you know it's still a party
DJ turn it up, that's my shit
Girls goin' crazy, man, everybody lit
Everybody with the shit, everybody got a dope fit
I'm a home girl, double cheeks
You know you see the sparkles, you know we poppin' bottles in the club
Everybody throw it up, and show some love
And you know we goin' hard with it
And you know we goin' far with it
Bottom headed to the top
Browning all day, ain't made this shit never stop
Grab a couple bottles, bring them to the spot
Pop a couple bottles, you need to smoke and or you're not
Cause we lit, it's goin' down tonight
Yeah, it's goin' up in here
It's goin' down tonight
Raise your glass up now, if you feel alright
Oh yeah, it's goin' up in here
Get your drink on party like we don't care
Uh-oh, it's goin' down tonight
If you feel alright, oh yeah It's going up in here
Get your drink on, party like we don't care, uh oh
Get your drink on, get your drink on, get your drink on
Get your drink on, get your drink on, ay
Get your drink on, ay
Don't step with it, not to step with it
Uh oh, it's goin down the night
Down the night, raise your glass up loud
If you feel alright, oh yeah
It's goin' up in here, get ya drink on party like we don't care
It's goin u beer dun
Get your drink on
Uh oh, it's goin dan
It's goin' down the night, raise your glass up loud
If you feel alright, oh yeah
It's goin' up in here, get ya drink on party like we don't care
Uh-oh!
I really came from there, all over said, big bang thief, take a high as cum, you can
access, I'm really going play, real sun face, and they can never face me, yeah
Plenty like HD, fuck you bitch, fuck you bitch, pay me, yeah
I need me daily, promise me silence while you never play me, yeah
They think I went crazy, I'm really nothing like the rest, I'm just fed up like the rest
Coles, Ice, Rick, James, Zippermill, they musta went straight and took a left
Cause I don't see no one behind me, I put my star in the limin', I know the truth of the climate
Feddies is raising the stakes, my lil bitch ain't like a ape, I put that work here and there, I'm eatin' grapes, the fruits of my labor
Think about switchin' the label, like regular TV be switchin' the cable, you know I'm hot, pick up the pace, off in the trial
Pick up your face, believe it or not, I'm gonna be great, believe it or not, you're gonna be great, great, great, great
I really came from nothing, all of a sudden, big bang theory, take your eyes coming, you can act seer, I'm really goin' places
But I'm just so impatient, and they can never face it, I really came from nothing, all of a sudden, big bang theory, take your eyes coming
You can act seer, I'm really goin' places, with no sub-pacers, and they can never face it, yeah
I got the juicing, you know it
The bitches don't bust it and throw it
We with the shits and we show it
Run up the tubes and just blow it
I got the juicing, you know it
You know it
Yeah
I got the juicing, you know it
You know it
I don't want the shits, so I throw them hoes
Ain't no one stopping this local mode
Man, cause I'm shining them up and blowing
Can't really land, so what's the move?
Must get a clad or a bag full
You stuck in pause, I'm in fast full
You willing to learn, here's a crash course
Throw away your pen and your pen first
Failed to rip it from the gut
I didn't got it out the mud
Faded runnin' numbers up
All you niggas runnin' up
Too much pressure from the bus
No more texture, different cut
Hustle don't stop or keep going
I'm on the cut like some A&D on me
Now bitches wanna eat me makin' a promise
Yeah
If I'm be late, I'm tryna be patient
Too many patients, I run out of spaces
They forget they who I'm wanna be, baby
Gotta be cut, cut, cut, cut, cut
I'm lookin' like bitch, you gotta be cray, cray, cray, cray, cray
I really came from nothing
All of a sudden
Big Bang Theory
Take it how it's comin'
You can X here
I'm really goin' place
But I'm just so impatient
And they can never face it
I really came from nothing
All of a sudden
Big Bang Theory
Take it how it's comin'
You can X here
I'm really goin' place
But I'm just so impatient
And they can never face it
Yeah
Kappa, kappa, kappa, Carter
Ain't this a two-tone
BING, BING
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Yeah
Ain't this a two-tone
I done got a lot of DMs lately
Sayin' let's work almost on a daily
Time is money, brother, and my time ain't free
Why should I pay you? You ain't never paid me
If the beat hard, then my rhymes are harder
A hundred bucks a verse, you ain't tryna barter
I'm bringin' the heat, I'm a five-star
You never heard a rapper like Abacara
I'm gonna crush any beat I touch
But it won't be yours if the beat too much
I don't want nothin' for free as such
But if you wanna talk business, keep it touch
If I work hard, then I'm gon' get paid
I'ma get exposure to wrong things to say
Why I gotta pay before my song gets played
You and I won't get along this way
You don't wanna pay for my song, that's a bit
Wanna spend my track, but I don't get a check
That time's gonna be not a line you're dead
Till you buy a ticket when I'm live on a set
Wanna talk about it, let's talk
When it's time to walk, you best walk
You can go on and talk your head off
But if you ain't about it, get lost, get lost
They say they wanna work
I believe they act and they talkin' on tape
But they ain't about the action
I'm gonna talk no action
They all talk no action
I said I'ma do it, yeah, I'll stay true to my passion
Walk it like I talk it, yeah, I'm really about the action
I'm gonna talk no action
I'm chillin' lay back, ridein' round in the gun
We been in the corner, we got Hulk in the truck
One mother with red light, and wherever we go
They bump a two-tone like the boy blew up
Said to hate to run around, actin' like babies
Feed them similars, playin' round town
With my partners in the cat-a-line
You'll run around, never wear a talkin' big gang
But you can't walk through it
Years I've been talkin' bout it, hate it that I've been runnin' that town
But no matter why I go, it's like the same old thing
Cuz I don't love do it
No matter why I go, it's like the same old thing
Cuz I don't love do it
Now you're a-tying to get a remit down
Wanna hit me cuz they had the two bucks to let me talk
It's too late now cuz I'm never lookin' back
Ain't turnin' back now that I stole me down
Now you're a-tying to get a remit down
Wanna hit me cuz they had the two bucks to let me talk
It's too late now cuz I'm never lookin' back
Ain't turnin' back now that I stole me down
They say they wanna work
I believe they actin', they talkin' all day
But they ain't about the action
I'll talk no action
They all talk no action
I'ma do it, yeah, I'll stay true to my passion
Walkin' like I'm talkin', yeah
I'm really bout to act shit
Let's talk no action
I've been hoppin' on for interviews that never come
Reviews gotta trap but they don't let it run
Send me a collab, they won't get it done
Man, these other rappers need to step it up
People wanna talk, crash about two tomes
But me and him already got a few songs
I've been waitin' on so many y'all for too long
But I ain't about to sweat it, I'ma move on
I'ma ask one time and I'm not gonna beg
I believe that half of y'all are pullin' on my leg
If you want a feature, I'ma want a bread
Hopin' that you understand when I'm home be set
Said you want it now, you gotta be kidding me
Half up front, then half on delivery
The way you tryna run a jug on me is belittling
Stay out the way, we'll never do it again
Why you still here all up in my grill
I do not work with no imbeciles
Part of me, you must be feelin' ill
Someone should give you a bit of drip
Why you surprised that I'm curbing you
You came to work with no work to do
So really, who is disturbing who
I swear that I'm bout to turn up the phone
They wanna work, I believe they act
And they talkin' no tape, but they ain't about to act shit
I'll talk no action
They all talk no action
I'ma do it, yeah, I'll stick you to my bad shit
Walk it like I talk it, yeah, I really bout to act shit
Let's talk no action
You cut it up
Fuck up my love, bring back
Don't talk about it
It's mad when nigga ain't had shit
Now nigga havin' something that's still mad
Man, tell me get out that feelings
I ain't got time for that shit, I'm gonna grind for that shit
Uh huh, think think think
Tryna have something
Think think think, man, the nigga had nothing
Baby, mama ain't shit, she won't let me see my daughter
But I ain't gon' trip, I'ma give me a brick
Line this bitch up like the quarter
No, I line this bitch up like the barber
Lil' slimy bitch, I'm the father
Lil' grime and ho, all he want is dope
My baby need some, my math is dope
Know that for sure, I gotta stack the door
No crack gone broke
I know this gon' go and all that gon' go
Some have my daughter, I'm sliding all your baby
Mama ain't shit, keep trying, all these line holes be trippin'
And it's sad they ain't they feelings
Fuck with me, I'm in my dealings
New bitch know I want a million
Am I all ho, no I'm gon' get it
First baby, mama told me I'm gifted
I mean, yo, ho for a same this extended
What you know about a trap I live in
Poppin' pills like they prescription
From the east I was raised by pimps
Bitch, cookin' dope shit look like bizquit
Man, tryna have something
Hoes always mad as something
Hoes always mad as nothing
They mad at nigga havin' something
They mad at nigga havin' nothing
I bubble, I bubble, I bubble
I bubble, I bubble
Nigga tryna have something
Hoes always mad as something
Hoes always mad at nothing
They mad at nigga havin' something
They mad at nigga havin' nothing
I bubble, I bubble
I bubble
I bubbled up like mother fuckin' darn liquid
Told my last two baby moms we movin' pawns
Bitches, feel like it's up I'm bout the palm
Bitches, like I don't want that whole back
I told that bitch shit a rat
Feel like I shouldn't have said that
But fuck I meant what I said
The cost of boss you gon' pay it
Make your bitch you gon' land it
Tell no one what you playin' with
A ones main ones who hate it
Fuckin' bitches I dated with
Hell he probably be payin' shit
I ain't payin' attention I made a deal with the chemist
His family ties till I finish
My back's got free with no blemish
This record should be in Guinness
I told him from the beginning
I
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Hygienics
law
we up
Like motherfucking soap suds
And you know I'm still independent
Bitch I'm the dope flood
I ain't gon' step on it neither
I'm still around for a reason
I've been around a few seasons
It's like I'm coaching the game
They just start knowing my name
I'm winning up by a strand
Do not go up against the ground
When I came up I ain't changed
When you come up stay the same
Watch people run as you gon' change
That shit come with major pain
Stay away from people that's just trying to get by
They turn the leeches they eat you
They just trying to survive
They had the lead to be at your funeral
With your famine pie
Watch you speaking around
Nigga tryna have something
Holes always mad at nothing
They mad at nigga having something
They mad at nigga having nothing
I bubble
Nigga tryna have something
Holes always mad at something
They mad at nigga having something
They mad at nigga having nothing
I bubble
Gang gang gang bitch
I'm Marcus Black nigga
Matter of fact fuck that
I'm HBO
Bitch
What's happening?
Hustle what's good about nigga
Gang
He be feeling that hit them all with 10k bitch
I be spinning that
Mind over matter bitch I'm sober like I'm in the ring
Fucking over the undertaker like I was in the sting
And he made his nigga to his jaw broke
I see him going live talking crazy
Like it's hard hurt I guess I bring pressure
Until they heart hurt Fuck both of his bitches
Bitch I know how to hard work
Niggas in they feelings guess I bill him till he can't breathe
I wipe his nose wipe his nose until he can't sleep
If yo bitch ask for a tad again
Then I'ma have the dicker down and break it back again
Listen now I'm a great man
But you knew that
Here's the thing got hit his top and said his blue back
Get it? Yeah, nigga
Nurside, but if you want the ones catch me on the
Nurside, left him in that tight hole
I'm in that Porsche ride This bitch a monitor
You like you on the Porsche ride All my bitches know when they owe me
It's like a Porsche ride
And they ain't even gotta push it let the Porsche ride
Got a cap, stay strapped giving up
He the type of nigga broke his head like he giving up
Had the bag buddy smoked it up He not feeling up
He can rap buddy broke his fuck and see he ain't real enough
I tell the truth You work bitches that's the penance
I would never depend on a soul that not in me
Trick my enemies and tell them if they are a friend of me
Kill'em saucy get him off me that shit like a spinning wheel
React to these niggas no I'ma give them been a drill
Too much in the addy no I know just how to sell him views
I'ma kill a will
I got a brother that won't get touch
This million dollar hands bitch don't get touch
I got real skills
You can get bust
Put a proof bitch I'm waitin' like I'm 50 cent
He stuck in the past I'ma call it 50 cent
Okay bitch I'm gettin' it
All about our dollar and if I want his head
Then it's all about the color
I'ma beast face to face nigga
To his head gone real nigga going crazy
To he find a headstone look
You gotta respect me cause I'm a hood nigga
And I been beggin' in a hood
I'm good nigga
I'm good nigga fuck you me
Slide through this bitch
Slide through this bitch nigga
Number blues in foot nigga
That's all you go get
Fuck you niggas
All you niggas
Okay
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Now what up y'all it's ya girl Charlie Kane
And we in the building with Miss Dragonfly
We about to turn it up another
Notch right here y'all
This is my single let's get it
Cause all we do is get it
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Don't stop let's get it
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Hey yo B can you turn me up a little bit
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