vocals by synful
produced by rrarri & stpx! & whykley

the blunt by my side
the blunt by my side
everywhere i go, got red in the eye
yeah, yeah i'm fried
blowin' that shit in the wind, feel like i could never die
i freak her box out now
i think we figured it out
never enough's good enough
i might step out in stussy
like it's call of duty, bitch get to bussin'
like it's call of duty, bro dumpin'
i'm shittin' on these boys, i'm dumpin'
uh he spin on yo shit with a musket
this bitch wanna fuck, wanna tussle
the bitch ain't used to want do nothin'
told her just fuck my money
told her just fuck on my money
ain't this what u, what u wanted?
my favorite thing steppin' out, stuntin'
my favorite shit 3 different substances

never enough (fuck on my money)

vocals by synful & kid diesel & kijaykolder
prod. sensation4L & hakeon

[Synful]
it's simple as dat
it's simple as dat
it's simple as dat
it's simple as dat
it's simple as dat
it's simple as dat
it's simple as dat
got a cash deposit, yea it's simple as dat
got the devil my shoulder, sip red to symbolize that
smokin' weed, servin' WWE in the trap
shawty po my lean how could i eva replace dat
in a 4x3 what's that?
n my jeans got a Levi patch
ya baby, ya baby a rat
my bruddah, my bruddah catch hats
i'm one of dem ones dat's a fact
shawty playin' wit me to come back
how tf do i handle dis brat
double stuffed, that boy full of crack
i just don't like how these hoes movin'
play wit' me round kijay, his bro shootin'
shawty ask me how i go so stupid
ion even know and i make the music

[Kid Diesel]
this beat so hard, finn go stupid
i might hit her again, let's do it
i luv lil mama, i'm gon' lose it
she wanna swallow my kids, i'm movin'
we gettn right to it, don't waste no time
they say wait on ya time, but right now it is mine
right now it is mine
it's a simple as dat i run out thru da back n i buss at ya hat
i fell down came back i'm dat yn shaq cuz it's simple as dat
i'm hit from the back smackin' shit wit my left like i was democrat
i don't even mean to attack
diamonds they bitin', give u cataracts
i was down bad, now a whole lotta racks i remember them days when i didn't have nothin'
remember them days when my pockets they lack
now my pockets a whole lotta racks i wear chrome heart denims & Margiela the slacks
i like it when lil' shawty look back at me when im hittin' ha shit from the back

[Kijaykolder]
it's as simple as dat
you know that we don't give af what u talkin' bout, all 1 of 1 it's as simple as dat

SIMPLE AS DAT (ft. kid diesel & kijaykolder)

vocals by synful
produced by synful

come to life
come to life
come alive
come alive
come to life
come to life
come alive
yea, come alive
i'm high as hell, i drop then i die
got clientele, we ship an amount
fuck what u mean
fuck is ya sayn, what does it mean?
got my headphones on, i turn up in peace
bro right he wrong, i'm comin' in 3
yea i'm tryn tell ya it's the company u keep
now look u dyin out in front of me
watch how u speak on that
can't talk cuz my phone b tapped
can't talk till the homie back
say u love me but u hold me back
growin' up i'm way over that

i couldn't prepare for what was to come
remember back when i still had a lung?
now i'm puttin' dat cid on my tongue
yea, u play wit me bih that's sum
i can see u ain't change das wassup
slim still tryn get off these drugs
man u know why i was trippin', the fuck?
let em know it's different w us

COME ALIVE (TO LIFE)

vocals by synful
produced by hakeon

i feel better now, they had brought that ack
i know i'm nasty known 2 talk that shet
ian fw school told my teacher free sac
ran off wit' ol' boy shit, free sack
feel like dikembe on the block gimme dat
feel like the water on my wrist look like tap

gangsta bih, she kissin my mac
feelin' some stress boutta pull out them jacks
chainsmokin shit thinkin all bout my past
the IRA fund, spent that shi up in saks
get to tweakin mf im trim off the bat
say i'm good off that bitch cuz he trim on some cat
shit got me fucked up man i can't fold up all the racks
deep in this shit, i can't fckn go back
pull up on this bitch she gon freeze like it's tag
tweakin' lil bitch, no this can't b my last
run up the fast money but it leave fast
run up the bag n i'm still off a tab
bought ha a bag, told her put it on the tab
won't catch my boys they spinnin' out back
make me a plate w his face, outback

how imma move bitch i'm movin' tact
i'm on the road n i'm geeked off thrax
piss on ya boy n we leave him out back
i mean on his grave, we ain't into all that
got me a plaque bet not call up max
since i started this rap shi i get to snappn
i make the bad bitch walk w a hat
sit on my face the bih sit on my lap
feeln the cake n i'm lovin' the way dis bitch thow it in my face this bitch thowin' it back
i'm on the way n i call up yung mase we gon' go 2 the studio n make us some slaps
i'm w this bih n the bih got me fucked up she tambout let's drink us some cinnamon schnaps
bitch ian tryn get drunk i'm j tryn get up put the percocet in w the ack
these boys tambout some shi that i donno
half of my homies some mf homo's
n that boy ain't on nun imma slide thru dolo
on a time crunch, tryn see u some more doe
shit on they face they call syn a lil dodo
u ridin a burnt out whip ts totaled
fw young syn u can't fw my flow doe
call up the plug cuz the ho want coco

IRA Fund

vocals by synful
produced by river water-

Pop @ The Industry (Bonus)

vocals by synful
produced by jayc

air in my head in my
air in my head in my
air in my head in my
it's water in my brain
it's water in my brain
it's water in my brain
air in my head in my
air in my head in my
air in my head in my
bottle up my pain
sip it, ship it away
i'm watchin' who u claim
u say u gang, okay…

ion care bout yo stance, at all
i say what i say n they say its mike jack, off the wall
she call me mike jack, way i hit it wit that glove
she call me oj, way i hit it wit that glove
u should call me ike turner way i'm hin that pot
ion hit no bitches i see u do it imma take u off
u da type 2 hit ya girl n let nothin stop ya
yea we pulled up w/ some syrup but we ain't bring the waffle
i ain't know that u was hurt when i pulled up prada
when i pulled up monsta

punchin' in, i'm angry
she took all of my flavor
my ex bitch still dime chasing
i came out the dupont station

wimb (jayc)

vocals by synful
produced by synful

boyterrupted
boyterrupted
they let me talk but they ain't let me..
they ask how many bops i got in the spot, i said 3 ho just like christmas
this ho fucked me one time, dipped, she j left me right w the dishes
i'm finn smack u kissin
i'll b able to slide in a jiffy
i lost some hoes
yea i try to move past it
on a green day trap out the basket
you would get popped for the audacity
stunnin', shi sum like my daddy
pull up
pull out the rolls truck they ass embarassed
relocate paris
gave this ho the work then i gave her my dairy
hold on to ya bearings
made 100k j to shoutout my larynx
glock 9 scary
beat up the cheeks, signed her tits sincerely
i took ha cherry
i'm stuck on the side that my dead homies buried
triple dog dare ya
we keep that lul stick blow a block like terraria
man, i'm in my era
lookin' online find single bitches in my area
i'm takin ya pot like harry
she want my hand but the trap my marraige

boyterrupted

vocals by synful
produced by girlpillsxo

i knew that money was gon change u
i knew that money was gon change u
i knew that money was gon change u
i know the money gon change u
i know the money gon change u

skinnyworld, cut off the extra
chop off the extra
u a ho, is u fake or u extra?
baby lets ride this out together
locked in tied in, hella
live in my head

my knife serated, so i can see the intricacies of u
spin back for the sequel, 2
(on the interstate walkin')
got rid of dem toxins
i feel it, i'm nauseous
brand new stick hit targets
he tambout some shit that's farfetched
skinnyworld, wits about u or u might end up starvin'
watch them tiffany diamonds dance round like it’s star wars
u in a whole nother different climate like wtf u tall for?
sellin pies n sellin diamonds, ask me to chill thats a tall order
come thru on some ricky bobby everything outta order

I Knew That $$ Was Gon Change U #SKINNYWORLD

vocals by Synful & akthraxx & kijaykolder & Mill Mason
produced by Sensation4L & KXK

[Synful]
type motion, my plug gimme QP
this the type motion that u don't see
yea i'm driving down frontstreet
yea i bring the drugs to the function
it's a semiautomatic gun
and we fully automatic 
that fully automatic
the fully automatic
this the type motion, these bitches won't turn me down
and u still stuck wearing hand me downs
i was tweakin', baby i'm better now
undisclosed amount, we don't even tell u
yea it's all inside the bag i swear
i done got too deep in the bag i swear
bro across country, the bag is mailed
put that lil bomb in ya mail fr
put that KD on the scale fr
lemme know if he give u better deals
man i'm the man n u champ fr
yea i'm the champ n u champ fr
i pull out dem trophies, i'm champ fr
u dropped that advance n u ain't make a mil
crackin' that boy noggin open like a seal

type motion (feat. akthraxx & kijaykolder & Mill Mason)

vocals by synful & mill mason
produced by lonzo & haunt.3d

fake kickin shit them boys think they on disney
big fye, shiiit wanna fye dat boy up so crispy
my big dawg get to trippin i dont want u near me
talk a lot, but u can't even say it sincerely
i seen some shi off the shrooms 
i put my shoota on shrooms
i put my shoota on shrooms
i put my shoota on shrooms
ainno disrespect to my shoota, he know what he doin
but he that big ass he tek, he real live so unruly
she like how i flip that check i turn a 20 to 40 
i'm tiied of the bitching touch u a chicken u dn 40
i'm hangin my nuts i'm swangin my nuts n i want them record me
i had showed the bih some love n the bih was toxic for me
and these boys take up space
imma give that bih space
we 'bout slide today
we 'bout violate

SOS ft. Mill Mason (Lonzo & Haunt3D)

vocals by synful
produced by c0rrale5

answer my prayers, hear sum
i would love to live laugh love
all of my friends fucked up
trouble
all of my friends fucked up
all of my friends fucked up
alla my all of my friends fucked up
i’m finna take my dose
i’m finna roll out, smoke
it ain’t nun to fuck up his rip
we drop a bomb, ayotola
stuck between hard place n a boulder 
underground, fuck the promoter
got the pussy we boutta toast it
hollup one second shawty fuck roun n throw it

i’m, off the ket off lean
mike jackson beat it
on some coldplay, viva la vida
get some racks, i can’t wait to fulfill it
i rap the way i know that they feel it
fuck boy stay talmbout the dealings
u ain't talmbout shit, na foreally
made that money & i made a killin
u could feel all the pain it's killing
u could see all the pain it's killing
right back to the motion that i'm talm bout
fuck around, this the motion that i'm talm bout
bitch u can't see this motion that im talm bout
let the kids loose, let they ass run round
i'm rug rat recording over gun sounds
man we gave his ass a chance, but he done now

Autopilot

vocals by synful & justjocin
produced by synful

[synful]
i'm the general
don't forget it when we gone
courtside tickets, set in stone
green eyes
timeline
discussin' tricks now
dripped in melodyne
i ain't flashin' out
we built to last with time
flying charter in, so we charter out baby that's how i'm comin'
baby goat, baby goat, baby goat
baby goat, baby goat, baby goat
baby goat, baby goat, baby goat

wash it like dirty laundry, thats 15k lil bruddah
wish that boy would wanna book me, thats 50k lil bruddah
two bitches, different races they kissin' that's amazing brother
if u was to talk about the chop, bitch we raise it on u

Baby Goat

vocals by synful
produced by revenxnt

Bless his heart he a..
Bless his heart he a..
Bless his heart he a…


Diamonds my crease
Who think shit sweet?
Jump off the deep end woah
Bad hoes
Bankrolls, bankrolls fasum
Bad hoes
Fasum
Bless ur heart spoiled brat, fasum
Made ur yearly ‘fore the sun went down
They said ur hoggin all the munyun
Pulled up guns up n these hoes goin down
How u mix the chop up with the runtz?
How u got that bag, it weigh a ton
How u spendin’ that much a month
How u boutta fuck on a scrub
Baby i thought, taught u better
Simple mathematics, put it together
She high as fuck
Im high as fuck
We living in the treble
Diamond my wrist they got something to grasp onto
Make that decision or it come back to u
They can’t classify me cuz i act fluid
I be screaming in they face, i bet that’ll do it
Not gon let u play me like it’s bad music
Know i know where i’m goin i just act stupid 
Fa fa, ragu

Fasum

vocals by synful
produced by riley

take them boys right up to bat
take that bitch right up to task
ya main ho think that i spazz
ur main bitch got syn as a tat
the tat on my chest hold me back
the freak ahh hoe just gave me becky
i kicked her out the crib she was beggin', tryn say how she add value with her presence 
turned the gang up a couple notches, like 7
anytime the gang slide, these ho's get 2 stressin'
yea we some gangstahs, sluts talk about heaven
hop in that free car, yea got several
slide right off into the distance
we got a method to the madness
run up these chickens, do backflips
3 of them bitches, do hattricks
check that shit, check the statistics
how many disses u made n how many times u slid mf?
ok let's go to a different day had the opportunity to pop at his lid, foe
ion give a fuck what u bitches say, imma rock out rock out the pit
mfs can't keep up, hit feet
that rocky balboa, shi put u to sleep
i'm off of the clock, but like what's it you need?
yea i woke up on my scr8 fuckin demon
paramedics wipe up, clear up the scene
all my boys trippin, them hoes not wit me
she suck the dick, the ho suck in the meeting

we do this shit, yea totally
totally
pull up trx, now they notice me
they notice
i seen that bitch i said holy
holy, holy
my jeans got wok stains
i'm finna burn this bih off with the butane
run from a mf issues like Usain
mixin' the mf red w the kool aid
mixin' that mf up
mixin' that mf up in a blender
that ho wish me the best in all my endeavors
i remember i was young, told em i'm special

Hold Me Back

vocals by synful & teezydakidd
produced by hakeon

[synful]
woah, woah syn (stah shit, stah shit)
tambout
70 passenger jet
baby syn could jih teach u finesse
baby rip me free, untie my chest
i’m specifically me at my best
check the specifications they golden, desired effect
this nat holdin’ my nuts ion want sex
ho crazy, we had just had met
i’m fuming, i know i’m not pressed
onnat ralph, mf get wrecked
get dat bible n throw up the set
it’s real vital for u to get the ho wet
god know i admire this ho, i let her vent
god know im trying, lawd don’t ever forget
shawty fresh off that molly shawty beggin to get hit
i catch that bag & i dont rock rick
it’s on TV static wit da .556
them ho get dramatic, that bitch shed a tear
it’s a maximum amt of dudes in this mf ian gon lie
u pulled up wit yo gang u tried
six flags shit man them boys gon slide
six flags ho, man this bitch gon ride
run ins wit da law like 6-7 times
we break ya spine now u rlly outta line
gotta be there when this shit go down
gotta b careful bring a bitch around
yea i got motion, fuck bitches now
green ahh mf, took his pound
i was just dry, smoke cookie now
they bully me, i’m on my bully now
hold that shit up, hold it down
25 bitches
25 of them bitches
bro off the shits he itchin’
she wanna fit my schedule, i’m busy
on that punk star shit like iggy
oughta pour myself up
i oughta pour myself up
slowin’ down on the mud, i had 2 hold myself up
me & thraxx man pull up and we serve ya bitchass delta
i had some misplaced trust, i trust a ho that ain’t help us

girl:guy (Feat. TeezyDaKidd)

vocals by synful
produced by justjocin & blizzy.mp3 & quisworldwide

i can't even hold u that mf maxed out quick
when my boys go out, mask on they face and then shit on they hip
i spent all my cheddar on a piece of mind think again fore u call me a broke bitch
i'm in a 4x6
show him sum, down the road he not finna act slick
shawty got me good yea i'm gaslit
u could hear the loud pack, the zaza stench
u know it's deeper than rap, yea it's deeper than rap so i had them dig a big ahh ditch
pockets deep as fuck, bankroll still dont fit
red light U kno i'm on go mode tho bih
yea wait on it, hold up
recieve all these bags, show love
that backend & front end just add dem hoes up
i could teach u how to get rich as a bum
when i get bored, me and my bitch count up
why not shit like russ westbrook
u hate elon, u drivin a tesla
ion care the forecast this chain change the weather
can't help a mf who don't want u help em (woah)
can't bless his ahh, he not open 2 blessings
we gonna bless his ahh, yea ain't no question
either way we gettin' it give a fuck bout ur schedule
lifelong shit, yea i'm true to this
how u ridin & die wit a voodoo bitch
move ho get out the way, this shit Ludacris
play wit the thot, imma tootle her
u could just tell ion know he fooling u
i'm poppin' right up on a opp, i already know all about him like doot dootle oot doot
scale them hoes out, ion know what that is
make it look like a 3.5, this shit a 0.6
that's how u get them big bags off quick
man how yo bitch poppin' them tags, like shit
u ain't got no bread, she must got a side shit
money comin' in I can't fold tho
money comin' in and they fold real quick
stand for sum or u fall u gon trip
best friend was fuckin' my ho, that's a trip
that ain't my friend gang, that's my eskimo brudda we icy as shit
free my bro out the chain gang he wasn't even the main one movin' the bricks
man that's law, can't tell nun bout this shit
don't speak of this tomorrow
tambout "go whip if u free car"
time passing me by it's ticking me off
i go thru the 7 stages of grief every time it get dark
so don't even play bout a narc
minor inconvenience, smackin' my cart
i got that endlessbloom tatted my arm

Maxed Out

vocals by synful
produced by girlpillsxo & alx

its a certain kind of awkward silence
im movin so tidy, ion talk bout nobody
i look at him sideways he like "wtf could i say"
i move so solid and he navigate like rain
flowing every which way
ur blowing in the wind like paper
but u keep my heart in the safe

me and ka, we the top of the top tier
for a body, put a tat of the tear
say its swag then u lost, yeah
wayne gretzky pull out the hockey stick
since she left me she been on boss shit
i fw that, cant even talk shit
yea dis rap but we look like its rock shit
yea the rap shit, its the new rock shit
that rap shit, its the new rock shit
preorder 100 round drum only came wit 90, my boy he lost it
ian gon lie that bitch was a one off, just like a lettuce we toss it
she said i sing so crazy its awesome, its like i went to berklee boston

everybody turnt up, we the best
stuffin them butterfly down my chest
i put my loyalty tat on my chest
almost bout time to go bat im up next
its his loss, man he turned his back on the set
im in the trap with that shit u could mix
bet on lisyn get the best for your bet
bet on lisyn get the best for your bet
he speak on my name, bikram yoga stretch
he aint talkin bout nun ion feel bad gettn him hit
like where all them bad bitches i gotta resist
i was wit ka, i was vibin wit sis
it come to the hard, im hard as could get

Solid

vocals by synful
produced by k1ckray & 88chrome

heavyweight mf, yea that's all
better check in with the doc, we had arranged his lil back u better go take some stock
lisyn ain goin for a thot
lisyn ain goin for no mf thot
he must got a reason to die, we ain't have his address pulled up n scraped the whole block
became sum like fuck them ho thought?
fuck my lil teacher
presidential wrist now these hoes throw dem peaches
i get chikn n these.. beefin'
heard bout his shit man that lil boy decent
coke boy bitch, man my bitch mo fizzy
u high af but want smoke get lifted
skank bih, man them burnt hoes kissin
horses don't stop, they keep goin count digits
too deep in flow state these fuckboy dont hear me
too real af man these fuckboy dont feel me
back where u started, u dont burnt all ur milli's
I'm in da trap crankin shi w young milly
n u crashed out in prison
it was so sad but yall went out like bitches
teezy, bitch im the problem fosheezy
I be think I'm broken wit dis bitch, no feelings
she suck my dick, fucked her over she was willing
I told promoter wire the money, do the billing
I turn up bitch G6, ain't no ceiling
pop the X start 2 see shit on the ceiling
I'm alive but lil bitch I make a killin'
we hot af, wtf we be chillin
give the bitch contact so she see the vision
whip out the cocaine brick, ben simmons
give that lil boy whiplash like JK simmons
makin' sum shake, man i just got a lemon
yea her personality nice but check out the thiccness
u don't give gratuity, but hollup u tippin?
got mad asf when they brought up the vengance
I did some coke, man tf? I just sent it
new to the gang beat yo ass like a freshman
bitch take a hint n act like a detective

Heavyweight

vocals by synful
produced by forfaith

the kapital jeans, i'm in the capitol
capital S, Syn countin' up capital
expand on this shit, i go down a whole new avenue
expend all that energy, i know that shit rattled u
u put a hit on his head cuz u could still remember when he doubted u
neck time mf, get on yo knees bitch
baby tell me wassup, ask me to visit
workin' overtime, OT 
i'm workin that boy, tryn work down what that fee is
my thumb in ha butt, that bih gon call me beavis

syn go crazy, that mf know that
hop out the bed on 10, run a 4 flat
i broke it, but u could get ur ho back
fuckin' cannon event, this yo kodak
my bruddah sold but this shit happens, he got the best intentions i alr kno dat
u could get folded, we pull up solve all the tension like where all the hoes at?
my boy shoot like novak
u ain't welcome we wipe yo face on the doormat
penny pinchin' mf, hold that
barclays show, so they know i can't go back
baclays show, mf
we got the backend dough
look mama we made pizza rolls
shawty ate the meat of five guys tho
aye i fuck on a trans wearin' tie dye tho
i buy all that brain but i ain't buying no ho
catchin' that bag on sabado

i catch that mf when?
7 days a week mf
7 days a week, 365
bow down, take a bow whatever your choice is 
stay wildin' out, we take voice then we hear voices
potato on the stick like a mf live in boise
he ain't rly sayn shit but that mf noisy
diamonds ain't forever them bitches poison
diamonds ain't forever them bitches poison
i knew that we would go up given a chance
emptied out the clip, yea that’s my jam
fight mf gon fight, that mug tryn sleep on a xan
i hit these bihs one after another, yea sum like a flam
i was tellin' lil bro that he gotta turn up one time
now i'm clutchin this shit in my hand cuz that grip is gon hold me down
get sharp like a vine, i'm with my tribe
cherokee window just look at the lights
wraith ceiling, just look at the lights
we in the witness of christ

vocals by synful
produced by moralwhite

wrap the boy up, hand roll
i went n fucked up the bank off dro
my plug gimme them plates, he gimme them plates so he know that we full of dat dough
treat dat boy like a vending machine, dat mf filled up w some coke
rich mf hop out, betta look out aventador door
rich mf, no dollars to my name but i still got more
i know some brokeboy rich, i know some rich boy po
tryn get more fucked up then dis, u might gotta inject the dope
u might gotta inject the dope, u must gotta inject the dope
u must gotta inject the dope, u might gotta inject that dope
shawty know i'm finna hop innat jawn, i dove
i was fuckin' dis bih bent ova

i'm breakin' free, ain't no tellin
fuck that flow man u know i got several
i switch it up like his boy, but he j went federal
i'm highly fucked up i need medical
countin' commas ion need etc. 
i had a run in with thee devil
u on heron u think that these beans better
we alr knew u ain have to wear the green sweater
it's gon get that way, but u can't see better
i was fucked up we just lost a team member
i'm so fucked up i thought i could see never
i tried this lil loving myself shit, know that my bitch know that she do better
i tried this lil loving myself shit, now i fucked up now i don't remember
baby i'm solid, hang with a G
got stand fasum bb hold my seat
yappn, these mfs talk 2 police
ain cappn these red bottoms sit on my feet
fucked her one time well lets see
fucked him up, think shit sweet
fuckn that ho 2 the beat
fuckn that ho 2 the beat
the chose one, ain't no way around it like a roadblock
i live in a pressure cooker i was born on a fuckn stovetop
ice to cool off got me mo hot
ice gotta cool off, got me so hot
how abt i fuck yo bitch, while you both watch?
run ya pockets gimme both watches
i ran it up now they on a whole new topic
playin w gang u must be anti violence
i got some pain i relieve with the chronic
i got some pain i relive on molly
shit rly fucked up n we ain't got no guidance
look up to trappers that hold on they bibles

Inject The Dope

vocals by synful
produced by synful

never know
never know
never know
yea, imma never know
tatted on the wall, that they watch me
i ain't stern at all
bring that ass back to me that's total recall
rewind the tape, lemme feel it one more time oh my god

i ain't bringin' a stray in i'm not michael
bitch boy copy the swag, don't call it recycle
he used up all his $$ on the white tooth
breakin ha box goin crazy, ian forsee this when we made 'said i won't'
u sayin i love u to hear it right back, u one to take but u swear that u won't
no u can't hold u a 10, it won't go down like that no we not that close
u fentanyl, holdin' a brick
imma go plato n make this whatever i want
i fucked up all they plans
got a fine bitch perchance?
big ole glock, don't dance
i like steppin' on ants 
me and drugs we got a real romance
i can't stop the spinnin' ceiling fan

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