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Lyrics

(yea yea yea)
(Chorus)
Outside of this sh*t, I’m flippin’ packs I feel like Al Capone
Brodie sip the lean, pop the perc, now he feelin’ throwed
Brodie on that team, he gon’ slide, he gon’ up the score
Locked in like a b*tch, you been on d*ck, he just my f*ckin kid
Shooter gotta lazy eye, that boy built like f*ckin Sid (Sid the Sloth)
Boy you just my child, you jack my flow, you jack my swag
F*cked your h*e, I’m going dumb, went and bought her birkin bag
Shoutout bro, makin’ bands ha, we been in the trap
I blow it up, like Walter White, We ain’t talkin’ breakin bad

(Spents Verse)
Big A*s strap like Al Capone
Tame a B*tch like Minecraft Bone
Run up in your F*ckin* home (On God)
Yea, I’m thinking with the K
Brodie keep on playing with me we gon’ up sh*t in his face
(Bright and Spents)
I up the fye, dump the mag, B*tch I like to spray
H-H-Hop out while it’s bright we doin sh*t right in broad day
Sh*t I know that I’m the kid, I done paved the f*ckin way
G-Got your B*tch she in my Trackhawk and she trying to give me face

(Chorus)
Outside of this sh*t, I’m flippin’ packs I feel like Al Capone
Brodie sip the lean, pop the perc, now he feelin’ throwed
Brodie on that team, he gon’ slide, he gon’ up the score

(Freemason Verse)
B*tch best believe I’m touching provolone
Me and my boys on that block, yea that’s the wave I’m on
If I call my gang, they up that Glock cause they be moving wrong
If I walk around I’m with that knock no I don’t move alone (B*tch!)
Dunk that b*tch from 10 feet out I feel like Karl Malone (Oh let’s go!)
On that block I air it out, I spray like new cologne (Soray it out!)
Yea! Up in France I’m up in Pavyllon (F*ck they talking about !)
Yea, I slide dolo walk this path alone (Slide dolo!)
Black out Maybach
On my way back
B*tch don’t say that
I get up in my bag 
B*tch I really count cash (Say what!)
B*tch I really tote gat (Say what!)
B*tch I really smoke gas (Say what!)
B*tch I’m first and you last (Say what!)

(Chorus)
Outside of this sh*t, I’m flippin’ packs I feel like Al Capone
Brodie sip the lean, pop the perc, now he feelin’ throwed
Brodie on that team, he gon’ slide, he gon’ up the score

Al Capone (1konce)

Lost Hope (m1go ishy)

FREESTYLE / GLOCK 9

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i Know My mama Would be Disappointed if she Understood..
Oh Mama how i really wish u could ;(
devil on my Shoulda Tellin me to do The Worst
the skies rained On Me So i stopped givin god my Words
i Stopped, Wastin my breath tryna talk to you
cause you Wont even listen
put me in an Asylum Cuz all these Vocies killin me
Tired Of silence its been too long since ian Speak

feel like im Chasin Somethin i caint even Reach
so much On my Mind Somedays i caint even eat
if u Love me Baby u lovin my Team
sad girls @ Da party rollin offa Bean

my Words..... Freestahllll