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You better
Get off that goofy shit
Or meet the sticks with cooling kick
Spit 100 like its nothin
But this plastic won't melt for shit
He was so 10 toes
Now he sit and piss
Can't teach a old dog new tricks
But you a bitch
Keep ya nose in another nigga ass then be quick to snitch
When did mans best friend start bein whitenesses
Mad cause they was frivolous
Fucked up and now they envious
Not used to getting Benjamins
Trickin how he ended it
He should've been flippin it
Instead of fake kicking it
Braud said he aint flippin shit
The plug won't pick up for shit
Now he right back on his dick
Plottin licks, foolishness
Back to square one
How does it feel to know you blew it bitch
I was taught a real man was supposed to be slow to speak
So to me
You niggas always talking
Look like hoes to me
Hopefully
The shit you missed at home you can learn from me
Not for free
Game for sale
Life is like a lottery
Ain't on ya it's what's in ya
Gift of gab I hit the lottery
Finess the situation not the person
Do you follow me
So either way it go
I know fasho it ain't go fall on me
Put it all on me
Off my phone alone
You go ball off me

We don't follow nothing
Miss me wit that Twitter shit
We just get it off the land
Then we quadruple shit
Heard you talkin to the man
Just know I mute a bitch
Damn, yaw aint used to gettin band?
Yaw on some stupid shit
We don't follow nothing
Miss me wit that Twitter shit
We just get it off the land
Then we quadruple shit
Heard you talkin to the man
Just know I mute a bitch
Damn, yaw aint used to gettin band?
Yaw on some stupid shit

Several caliber swords looking built in on the dresser
25 reasons you should get yo shit together
Every couple years my family see me doin better
They support cause they see
How I react when under pressure
Somebody broke in my crib
But I ain't want no lecture
From my moms, so I waited bout a year to tell her
Kicked a couple doors, Thank God no one was home
How would I have justified
Using the Chrome
To my son while in prison
He left alone in this cold
World that turn young niggas hearts to stone
Trust me I know because I'm one of them
The stories was in love with them
When they lived the peaceful life
After they quit the hustlin
Everybody strugglin
Ain't got shit that they can give ya
But our lives and our thoughts
On these cold ass instrumentals
Skip the sentimentals
Give me a show to rip
And a stage to bomb
I could save you but nigga
You still gotta save yo moms
Spirits tellin a nigga to say a seance
You think I believe yo lines
Naw Bitch I just play along
Tupac must be alive
It's still the same ole song
Bust a right, I saw the law
In court, I'm always wrong

Juice, Blo!
Con, Trol!



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Writer(s): Dana Blow
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