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Now if you hit my girl

She ain't gone ask you

Where the cash at

She gone tell you

Put the cash in the bag

With a old Jason mask

And a mother fucking mag

Now mama had the nerve

To ask me what I had

So I told her

Just enough to make me sag

All a nigga need

Is a chick who don't gag

I'm super bad

Used to make my momma mad

Kicked me out the crib

Told me don't you come back

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Started with a seven

Did that

Bought a zip for 11

Flip that

This Flint fuck it

I'd sell it to a reverend

He selling dreams

At least I'm selling heaven

​

Blasphemy

Pass me another baggie

Trapping off of Ralph David Abernathy

I think they after me

Systematically

I know they mad at me

I know they had to see

The way I'm killing the game another casualty

A bunch of magazines

To the capacity

5th ward academy

Graduated naturally

6th floor balcony

Blowing kush casually

Niggas street dreaming

Living Fallacies

I'm tip toeing

Drunk off of reality

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On the road to Perdition

Praying for the opposition

I don't know if its me

Or this pistol

Got intuition

I'm playing without permission

You playing without position

Playing for recognition

Playing in intermission

Don't understand the game

Still playing for commission

My nigga stuck in Mexico

Praying for extradition

Focused on subtraction

While the goal still addition

Even just a fraction

Trying to see it to fruition

You can catch me in Decatur

Flyer than cicadas

Life is like a movie

Some just get a trailer

So mama set it off

Like she Al Qaeda

She say it's my world

So I'm her dictator

Give it to her while she ride the elevator

Only thing I pray

She ain't related to Lorena

Oceans 12

Catherine Zetta

You put it together

Thank me later

Not quite the best

Simply greater

Over niggas head

Probably forever

I'm so leopard

And you're just a beta

Windows Vista

You are nothing later

Nuendo it's the

Return of Darth Vader

Monster killer

I just may be ill-er

Jackson Mike

Red coat thriller

Passion of the Christ

But mami said I'm just a dealer

Just a fucking drug dealer

Just a

Just a mother fucking dealer

I'm just a

She said

Just a

Just a fucking drug dealer

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I shake them twice

Yell Ju Ju need new shoes

50 on the point

Please nobody move

I break fools

Like the mothe fcking levee’s do

Then I cruise through

In whatever's new

Drop the roof

If the weather's blue

Step out the coupe

Pelle leather new

Heavy tool

Heavy jewels

Presidential

Watch that bezel move

White diamonds

I call them heaven blue

Trying to cheat life

Only if heaven knew

Before I throw 11

I'm throwing 7 too

Fresh gouda

I need that cheddar too

Excuse my language

Just talking revenue

Dope boy

Still smell the residue

SUPERBAD

JUST A DEALER

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My safe bigger than your big homie

(Boy)

I count money

When I get lonely

Round here nigga

I'm big Tony

But

I still keep that sig on me

You  see the way these niggas on me man

See the way these bitches on me and

(Yea)

Don't none of these bitches know me

But

Think they can tell

That's a rollie

That big face nigga

Master goalie

Trust

When I say don't trust these hoes

Cause

These hoes will just be hoes

I'm too cold

Well I just suppose

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I can't hear you boy

Flint to Atlanta nigga

Just left Florida

Fucking with the water

And the plug daughter

Made me a baby

That's 4 and a quarter

Would've had twins

But I'm the problem solver

Banging 5th ward boy

We call that the Carter

Two for thirty boy

Bricks bigger than your shoulder

You can sell soda

I sell coca cola

Tennessee Titan

Quarterback Mariotta

Tell it to my 9 boy

You can eat the ruger

Bring that all the way to Flint

With a bitch or

Nigga will kill ya

Then put the tag

On your franchise nigga

Told you when I sold ya

It ain't my fault

You stepped on it soldier

 

You can't be

Stepping on that shit boy

Gave it to you pure for a reason

The way they got my people

All cooped up in prison

Got me contemplating

All my fucked up decisions

Be killed

Or be the one killing

Forgive me

For my underworld dealings

Any means gotta deal with the

Consequences

I agree

Some shit

Senseless

But dig this

Being broke

Don't appeal to my senses

Flint town

Raised in them trenches

At 12 jumping fences

18 pushing benzes

White as mike pence is

Fuck it

Put it to expenses

When you wash it

Make sure you rinse it

Fly nigga never tried to be a thug

19 nigga I was running clubs

In the vip with the plug

Little nigga you was still selling dubs

Switched states

Fucked around caught a case

But my paper trail

So Latrell I'm straight

Mean i got a chokehold

On everything I ate

Sprewell 4 28

Somebody tell the judge

I'm thinking running late

But to save us both time

He can throw this shit away

I'm Lebron when I travel

So its no calls when I travel

For a ball I'll travel

Throw it in the pot til it razzle

Til it dazzle so natural

Got a plan only I can unravel

Stand tall no Alpo

No love for judge and the gavel

They want you locked up shackled

In the dirt under gravel

Let's make a toast for the douchebags

Two times for the assholes

I ain't trying to be El Chapo

I just want a piece of this apple

Coffee beans tobacco

Used to hustle at the mapco

Switched it up to El Paso

Black tape on the handle

You should hear it when it rattle

Make the biggest nigga fragile

Please save me the hassle

Lost a bag in Seattle

On the bus back from Tucson

Woosah daydreaming bout a Mulsanne

Chris Duhon time to put my boots on

My mouthpiece is like a coupon

Came solo still got the groupon

Kim Jung don't make me get my nuke on

Big crib no fridge no futon

Just a pit and some croutons

Told her she should move on

But I know she ain't hearing it

Like the mother fucking mute on

2 COLD

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