[Lyrics]
Redbone bitch so bad 
Yeah I love all my hoes the same they all got class
And a nigga been out the way tryna get in my bag
And I know how it sound but I want you back, back
And I know how it sound but I want you back, back
Bae I want you back, bae I want you 
Bae I want you bad, like bae I want you
Yeah, all my hoes come bad yeah they so damn ou
The drugs got my mind clouded 
I only think’ bout that money
Ain’t no debate shawty
Nigga don’t hit my phone if it ain’t’ bout no damn bank shawty 
If I spoke my mind receive nothing but hate,’ prolly
Yeah, but that’s cool I don’t mind it 
I just need my backend 
Serving that white girl, Miley 
Doing what I can to get us out poverty 
I don’t really care what you talking’ bout is you gone ride for me

Miley

(P. YWG Haunted)

[Lyrics]
Yeah
Fuck living in fear, woah
We live and we fail 
But we learn and prevail 
I ain’t telling no lie, bitch I’m stacking and climbing my bread till I’m touching the sky
And I know how you feel, woah
Look for light and it’s still none
Step out and keep one in the head
They left me for dead
Fuck’ round knock off his dreads 
But I rise like a Phoenix
I step out be the cleanest 
Say you love me you don’t mean it at all 
I take love too extreme 
Pull off in that Benz, tryna build a empire you know what I mean
Done filled me with lies and I kept it clean 
Need my Glock with a Beam
Facing my Demons and chasing my dreams
Do you know what I mean?
Bae wipe them tears from out of your eyes
Ain’t no crying with me 
Ride through that jungle up in a foreign and they all wanna ride with me 
Money be talking up in this game, tryna build me a legacy
Yeah you mine they so jealous of me 
They wanna ride with me
My visions be clearer than dreams 
They just not what it seems 
Pull up we changing the scene 
I make history, wanna be seen 
She keep posting, she wanna be seen 
On that journey to Rags to Riches 
Don’t let’ em bring you down, follow your dreams
I been surviving all the static
They can’t even get up with me
Yeah and my bitch she the baddest
Make my way through the traffic, woah
Make my way through the tragic, cause this shit can get tragic 
We flip his strip with the Tactic
Turn my scars into badges 
Let it burn feel the action 
Yeah them bullets hit your abdomen 
Every failure apart of the process 
I’m tryna see’ bout them Roxy’s
I ain’t got time for no recess, I ain’t playing with anybody
And luh baby want some rich sex, she come in get out her body

Live and Prevail

(prod. cksaustin)

[Lyrics]
Look back at the old days sometimes I miss the old times
Got my shit together baby I’m on now
Coming home after them long nights I posted on that block child 
Momma told me don’t have my hoodie on as a black child
I ain’t gotta sneak diss, I’ll fuck around and @ y’all
I keep my mouth closed if I talk they’ll have me blackballed 
I’m in that black rolls, I ain’t had it that long
I up some dog shit they say it’s a weird smell in the room 
I’ll take they whole crew, shoot shit like Max Payne
Go crazy like Goku 
One of my bros Five two but his chopstick the same size as you
I ain’t had no backend but my bro made sure I had loot
He the one who put me on 
My bro a Felon he can’t work a job so he gone stick to robbing 
Some niggas only good at one thing, he gone stick to driving 
He gone stick to sliding, for us

……..

SM
I done been through pain you can’t imagine 
Look me in my eyes, baby I know you capping
They tryna eat with us, yeah this my ship I’m the captain
I’m with 2 bad hoes in the cabins
And I don’t even want your hoe cause she ain’t nasty for me 
Somebody free my bro man I don’t fuck with police 
You supposed to be on side of me
Fighting Demons and Felonies 
Ride with my Gen 5 cause they tryna get rid of me
And you know we got Mob Ties, you don’t wanna be enemies
Gotta beat the best if you wanna be the best, but you can’t get ahead of me 
Momma I ain’t the same boy from a long time
Pops I ain’t the same boy from a long time 
I’m tryna be Maybach riding I’m tryna pass the race line, first
Yeah she held it down so she gone get more than a purse 
Had to make a way and hustle I was really working
Trapped up in the studio tryna make some earnings 
Counting up these racks my nigga cause I earned it 
That bitch she bad that number one spot she earned it

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