BLOW

Im abit shy lol
Lyrics!
Rolling with my team, yeah, we all about the dough,
Made it out the mud, now we running every show.
Talk big game, but you ain't really 'bout it,
Came up from the bottom, now my name’s the loudest.

Stacking paper, every day a new grind,
Eyes on the prize, can't nobody block my shine.
Hustle never stops, got no time for the fake,
You either with me or you ain't, no room for the snakes.

Chorus:
We making moves, yeah, we taking over streets,
From the hustle to the hustle, never know defeat.
Getting money, staying focused on the plan,
This is more than just a game, we taking what we can.

Verse 2:
Late nights, early mornings, never catch me slipping,
They thought I'd fall, now they see the tables flipping.
Heavy on the grind, I don't need no validation,
Made my own lane, built a whole foundation.

Fake love, fake friends, I don't need the stress,
Focused on the future, gotta be the best.
If you ain’t talking business, better step aside,
I’m in it for the long haul, it's a hell of a ride.

Chorus:
We making moves, yeah, we taking over streets,
From the hustle to the hustle, never know defeat.
Getting money, staying focused on the plan,
This is more than just a game, we taking what we can.

Outro:
Big dreams, big goals, that's the way I play,
Ain't no stopping till I'm paid, till I see the day.
Rising to the top, ain't no looking back,
This is how I live, always on the right track.

All or Nothing

Lyrics: 
Cant even member the way u looked,n matter fact cant even remember yo name,
 i had to think before i fuckin questioned u, now im jus thinkin bout speedin the pace,
hold on bitch gotta think at higher states
,js let me kno how long i have to wait, 
u might not answer, but i got manners, man its so hard being a fuckin saint,
 what about all the times that went fuckin by ill go back n switch up da mode,
 only time i pacifyed, is when i was blind n aint kno when to fuckin blow, 
but bitch im back n i got a lil quest,
 bitch its a start to b da fuckin best,
 i might not make it, but i can face it, i gotta see how much longer i last,
 yung nigga hands scard, steal cars only things stopin frm goin insane,
i cannot luv a hoe or trust a foe, cuz person try to steal yo muthafuckin wave,
 why do yall wanna b killers yall aint makin figures i promise i got it one day,
 how can u say u was bigger man look in da mirror i gotta filp da fuckin page,
even when i get onto the stage, i cannot feel a thang, i control it while eryone stares,
 baby can u look up in my face, n js tell me have i changed, i revolve whateva u care,
 im in da middle bitch go solve a riddle to something or someone that actually cares,
 need a assassin bitch js like im leon, the end of the day tell me life is not fair

I Might Not Make It (Prod.necu)

Lyrics!
Pull up in the whip, engine roar like a beast,
Fast cars, fast life, I’m never on a leash,
Money stackin’ high, we stay chasin' that green,
Me and my bros, we livin' out the dream.

Hit the gas hard, speedin’ down the lane,
Bags full of cash, we don’t play no games,
Bros by my side, we ridin' through the night,
F*** a bad chick, then I’m gone outta sight.

Vanishing quick, like smoke in the wind,
No attachments, man, I’m just here to win,
Take what I want, then I’m out real fast,
Chasin' this paper, always makin’ it last.

Rollin' through the city, yeah, we own these streets,
Bad chicks callin', but I don’t repeat,
F*** ‘em and leave, that’s the way that it goes,
Fast cars, fast cash, that’s all a man knows.

Big bags of dough, bros on the rise,
We takin’ over quick, you can see it in our eyes,
Stackin' every dollar, never missin' a beat,
Fast life livin', yeah, we runnin' these streets.

Gone in a flash, no trace, no track,
F***in' these hoes, then we never look back,
Vanish in the night, like we never were there,
Gettin’ to the money, yeah, we really don’t care.

Bros ridin' with me, we keep it locked tight,
Fast whips, fast moves, livin' that life,
Catch us if you can, but we movin' too fast,
In and out the game, leavin' nothin' but cash.Whip it through the city, got the pedal to the floor,
Fast cars, fast money, always wanting more,
Me and my bros, yeah, we stay on the grind,
F*** a chick quick, then I’m gone like the time.

Stackin’ up racks, I’m countin' every bill,
Speedin’ in the lane, man, I’m here for the thrill,
Bad chick on my side, but she know the deal,
I hit it, then I vanish, man, it’s nothin’ real.

Dough stackin’ high, we livin' for the check,
Fast cars, fast moves, yeah, we comin' up next,
Bros stay tight, man, we all on the rise,
Money on my mind, you can see it in my eyes.

Gone in a flash, I don’t stay too long,
F*** her, then I’m out, man, I’m already gone,
In and out the game, I’m movin' too slick,
Cash in my hand, yeah, I’m gone real quick.

Fast life, fast whips, you know how how it rolls

Street KINGS.

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