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Fuk thrump

A-town veteran, started at eleven
When and bought an eight-ball, I was staying down every since
That's why its hard to find a young rapper nigga better than
Bankhead resident, Westside represent, love-vendor Squad mobster
Grand Hustle president, heart of a lion and the nuts of an elephant
Trap musik heaven sent, you hating and it's evident
You trying to stack presidents, I'm tryin to set precedents
The comparison is insulting my intelligene
Cause real recognize real, and real you ain't never been
You never will, I catch ya where you chill,
holla at ya where you live nigga, Bleep a record deal (what's happenin)
I graduated out the yay, to stack a couple mill
Who would figure it would be a rap nigga I have to kill
My potnaz telling me shawty you have to chill (Bleep that shit)
but Ima end Up hating with steel, what is is, still dope boy trap niggas
Worldwide lovin it, haters see the spider and they wanna put a slug in it
Bleep it, I'm a G, I been a rider, I ain't studding it
Better get ya mind of mind, and start hustling

They thought I lay dead, I was playing possom
Spot me everywhere with the 8 like Kate Goslin
Niggas think they sit at the top, they just posturing
Now they hide their head like an ostrich
Optimus Prime and that gull wing feeling like I transform
Niggas still hands on, whip it like a sandstorm
Had the audacity to sell it in a damn poem
Get you higher Angelo, the author of this anthems
Your punch lines are mere jabs, they see through
Like the clear glass on that coupe I steer past
Money on my mind like my pillow is a vault
You niggas is soft so on that pillow’s where you talk
Can’t find it in them d-list actresses on mattresses
Your real chance to loving you bachelors, I laugh at them
Don’t you know that it’s money over bitches
Bitches love money, I granting them three wishes, freezy

Mmmmm tasty

Snoop d o double G

yungchop:
Okay

Um nice right

I shot ya
Arm & Hammer man got the hammer
Red bandana, get green, Bruce Banner (huh!)
Shakedown blocks, snapshots, no camera
Tote big guns, I'm a heavy metal handler
.38 Special, trey pound magnum
AK-47, run out of bullets, I stab 'em
Firearms, got 'em, who want a problem?
Hollows on the top, copper heads on the bottom
9 millimeter, gimme gun fever
Cold cold drink, Arm got it by the litre (what else?)
Holla at ya dog, realest hustler of all
Shoppin' with the Cafe is like shoppin' at the mall
I be the supplier for ambitious buyers
Ecstasy, rollin' like Michelin tires (huh!)
Nah, I ain't no multi-millionaire
But please believe, I'm the hardest nigga here

Don't talk to my nicca like that

I wasn't born last night
I know these hoes ain't right
But you was blowin' up her phone last night
But she ain't have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh
Nigga, that's that nerve
Why give a bitch your heart when she'd rather have a purse?
Why give a bitch an inch when she'd rather have nine?
You know how the game goes, she be mine by half time
I'm the shit, oh
Nigga, that's that nerve
You all about her, and she all about hers
Birdman Junior in this bitch, no flamingos
And I done did everything, but trust these hoes
(CB Bleep with me!)

samwash:
Who ever owns this room is a ganja man, and highly spiritual.

Jah cure

Sick right

Nicccce

Sick right?

I love it

I don't know I mean u will loose weight

Nigga! I got blood on my hands, yeah I killed.
A lot of MCs look at their souls in my smoke.
I gave her roses after cheating on her.
I gave her the world, I put it at her feet.
From the basement to ten feet under.
I'm off to reach the top.
Some scenes are clear when I'm sleeping.
I call information what they call dreams.
I'm too alive, nigga, to play dead.
My rap is too right to be wrong.
I came straight in through the front door.
Yeah, haters and gossips want me out.
Adventurous and thug will be my story.
I already have a son on my trail, yes, baby.
I'm alone in the valley, the plains.
Having faith in myself, it was worth it.

Wow good for him

Money on my mind
Always on my grind
Bitches think I'm fine
Fadals love to shine
Skit in ur bitch eyes and make her blind

If the night could turn to day allot of people will run away

I need me a room for renting for real