Cash cow wit da junkies
Bad girl got the munchies
Told her I got a lil lunch 
Trap out I’m in the dungeon 
Gang walked up in the function 
Then you know we gon run shit 
Aye diamonds gon shine on my wrist
Bad jambalaya bitch mixed
Aye yeah my eyes she witnessed 
Say, tryna come by Ina minute?
Yeah I’m real stoned high wit no limits
Make so much hit songs don’t need a scrimmage 
Got so much wisdom niggas need listen
I got my dreads long they tryna snip em
I’m into femdom she think im kiddin 
I ain’t pretending bitch come hit me

I’m diving in her bush like ghillie
Tongue rollin on her foot like heely
I remember back performing in Philly
Swear that shit fixed me mentally 
They tryna kill me, they can’t get near me
All these tears gave me invisibly 
They tryna conquer but they can’t get into me
Fuck i look like giving you my identity 
Fuck I look like following your itinerary
Yeah ima risk it all for the winnings 
Yeah yo bih get stole Ina instant
Just by my scent ion talk give her incense
Aye they thought they gave Carlo detention 
Now I’m stronger than before I was in it
I’m on the road wit my dawgs it’s tinted 
Yeah and my bro got a holo image
Yeah and I know we not gangsters
But we protect the home you can’t get innit

Stick full loaded chamber of secrets 
Yall niggas know to stay off my features 
Cuz I control the play you on bleachers
Stay in moment ion stay in no mirror 
You my opponent you not my pier
Don’t come around me if you know you scared 
Ima real athlete don’t need to compare 
That bih want my meat took that hoe to the lair
Im wit quan, e, and zo you not prepared 
I’m beyond the point where I get repaired 
Yeah my lungs been fightin they teared
When I was young I neva cared
Foot on throat every time I see her
Had to get out now my mind is clear

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