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when i come in they stash the guns
pass the blunts, talk the peace
walkin in they hidin face
show the heart, pass the weed 
hand to hand, community
we my brothers you and me
pop the top make hoes sing
fuck pop im all about that work

v
violence, even when im prone to it i hide it 
auto pilot, airin my thoughts i start flyin
couple of g’s we ain’t gon pass out about it
me and my brothers we don’t pass up on no body
want the smoke we got the tree
big sticks to these humble fees
i ain’t got time for these triflin hoes
bitches with deez dd’s  
double up on me i got threes
triple scales bitch weighin trees
money, weed, security
where i go no securin me 
triple the mileage might as well bleed me out, dry
100 hours im pushin but nobody hear a sound, died
quiet as knives, when im in your part of the town, slide
back home that speaker bangin tell me turn down, try
and i die on this hill, die on this check
leave the whole family, don’t move a step
wise eaten war and buffets
wide selection im warren buffet 
rack my credit up just like rose
bank roll the whole family
generational won’t move stay
5 day to a 4 day 

ch
when i come in they stash the guns
pass the blunts, talk the peace
walkin in they hidin face
show the heart, pass the weed 
hand to hand, community
we my brothers you and me
pop the top make hoes sing
fuck pop im all about that work

v
you live my dream, man i’d stay alert
eyes closed, get put in the dirt
self imposed, you never do the work
back turned, imma let em fuckin burn
kill kings im ghengis khan
thirty wounds my blood drawn
swear to god im all clean 
but the throne been up in my thoughts
with the diamonds, checks that i want
50 hours alone on stubs 
50 hours alone on plugs
overtime scores to these dubs
thousand dollars in one drop
100 dollars on more drugs
10 dollars on a fake watch
1 dollar ‘fore your clock stop
swear to god my heart pop
they show money and get more
fake wealth like street whores
no coffin on this corpse
six feet my mask work
santize these dollars 
hand in hand, when i deposit
stack to stack, like this shit mileage 
mouth to mouth, just like ramen 
on a budget you know i spend 
anything i want i get 
don’t want a lot guess im stylish 
thrifty hoes repurpose styles 
most rappers they copy flows 
me i just get inspired 
had to let you bitches know

ch
when i come in they stash the guns
pass the blunts, talk the peace
walkin in they hidin face
show the heart, pass the weed 
hand to hand, community
we my brothers you and me
pop the top make hoes sing
fuck pop im all about that work

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