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Yeah, I can't stay in my lane
Shit, you'll die 'fore you fuck my pape up
I'm tryna earn my place
You gotta bend, if you don't you'll break
Take that shit to the chin, 'fore it hits your face
Gotta deal with that shit, but I can't, not today
Did ten in a week, I got more on the way
Can't help myself, I can't stay in my lane
Shit, you'll die 'fore you fuck my pape up
I'm tryna earn my place
You gotta bend, if you don't you'll break
Take that shit to the chin, 'fore it hits your face
Gotta deal with that shit, but I can't, not today
Did ten in a week, I got more on the way

Yeah, I can't let up, no
Stand on this like stilettos
I don't know you like that, you is not my bro
Send him up like a goddamn drone
You wasn't there, did it on my own
Now me and green like peas in a pod
If I won't get it there, won't go

Don't ask me to, 'cause I can't stay in my lane
Shit, you'll die 'fore you fuck my pape up
I'm tryna earn my place
You gotta bend, if you don't you'll break
Take that shit to the chin, 'fore it hits your face
Gotta deal with this, but I can't, not today
Did ten in a week, I got more on the way
Can't help myself, I can't stay in my lane
Shit, you'll die 'fore you fuck my pape up
I'm tryna earn my place
You gotta bend, if you don't you'll break
Take that shit to the chin, 'fore it hits your face
Gotta deal with that shit, but I can't, not today
Drop ten in a week, I do ten every day

(I can't stay in my lane)
(If you don't bend you'll break)

stay in my lane

stay in my lane [p. imnotvrycreative]

keeta diss wars


prod zaaw

lyrics
i hit the mall then i splurge yeah i splurge yeah
she collects body getcha merked yeah she might merk ya
you got ya racks up twin that’s wassup yeah
feelings in this cup fuck it where’s the perc yeah
every man for them self baby its the purge yeah every man for themselves 
ion need nobody else 
ion need nobody else

ran out of luck broken clover
i hurt ya over
im new to love i should’ve told ya i should’ve told ya 
im on the e im buring tires in this new range rover im out of luck
haven’t had bone inna minute 
no label bitch im independent 
pull up on your block and them choppas be spinning 
stop flexing that car boy that lil shit is rented 
all back windows tented
if u want a feat boy i got hella
give me one more chance and ill do better
all these broke ass rappers aint got no cheddar
bitch go to hell is wat i tell her
cops pull up im acting blind helen keller

chorus again 
dont ask me if im okay 
geeked up past 10 sippin rose
oh u wanna join the clique do the survey
bitch im swimming with thee sharks like a mermaid 
im tweaking of drugs im tweaking of drugs again 
them pains in my chest im feeling them burns again 
ahhh boys dont cry
all these hoes yeah the ran through wonder why
new nigga well i guess he gotta die
oh drive buy 
bullets gonna fly

ten ten ten ten ten ten
in the city and im off like ten tens
on the highway and im speeding by ten
give me a chance and ill show u im with it

Helen Keller

fly * feat whaaa (prod rokstarr)

prod icecovex

lyrics
big drac king kong
if your getting geeked then please sing along yeah
ladies this is your song
momma told be never be a victim stay strong 
say i wouldn’t be shit well oh you thought wrong 
bitch im to damn high
if u getting geeked then put your hands to the sky oh
if u tryna buy then im your guy
baby take this pill relax and dont cry oh

got the bass booming through your speaker
my name whaaa baby hi nice to meet ya
ik how to mix them drugs i can teach ya
plus i smoke more weed then wiz khalifa
i was fucked up thinking i need ya
keyed your car
cutting up speeding to the bar
ik i fucked up but u went to far

riding dirty do not give a fuck
posted on the block and i got slime in the cut
qb in the huddle down sike hut
when i seen u with him that shit hurt my gut
deep in my gut
she failed the test oh
god i should’ve never tested her
cocaine stains on my t shirt
i been eating good since i got payed that my teeth hurt
sucking dick is not gonna change ya life boy do your knees hurt
i am not the one to be trying bitch do your research

ou i think im gonna keep her
but ion trust her gotta test her like a teacher yuh
throw your mf cs up 
and if your slime throw your mf bs up yuh 
slime lets get mf teed up yuh
i rather do drugs then cry
im too goddamn high
if u getting geeked then out your hands to the sky



Hands To The Sky

yea
sometimes i doubt myself idk where to go tho
yeah im getting high tryna balance out my lows oh
i dont really like taking photos
why you on my dick tryna bounce like a pogo
label hit me but its too low
ima hit ya ass wit a low blow
ahhh oh
baby im going up
is it you and me til dust ah
yk ion give no fucks
im tryna beat that shit like a slut
im tryna show u that i love you bae
put a diamond on ya finger let it bust
i want the bread but i dont eat crust ah
lately i feel ina rush
like my time is running out walls are closing in 
i feel like im boutta crush ah
how do i tell you im stuck should i give up or am i ina rut ah
and i dont think i gotta say it baby you know that you my crutch

everytime you get like this bb idk who the hell i should trust
is it you is it me is it us
you know me ima stay til i rust
cuz im solid like metal 
came a long way from that boy in the ghetto
im getting money dont call me a rapper
if i tell you the story theres no happy after
i hate these rappers they all cappers
i play ya song and its straight laughter
they turning up at my shows
im boutta climb up this pole and jump over the rafter 
i learned to get it and go
shoutout momma she raised me alone
ima love you til im gone 
when im gone ima love you some more 
they tryna ask me what
im on im on shit you aint seen before
i need that money coming in ten fold
i want my fake friends to go and die slow
oh i can tell you boutta ahhhhhhh 
i can see ya boutta fuck me over even wit my eyes closed
idk who to trust
idk who to trust
ah ah ah 
yk its all you

low blow [p. locateemilio]

it too late

prod shmoz

thats why i be hanging around with the blue flags cuz im in love with them blue bills hah ha ha

I might fry my brain, filling it with drugs and cocaine
Love, drive me insane fell in love with bottles champagne
yeah Baby, can you feel my pain? Bruce Banner, the way my body build into rage.
Your new boyfriend a lame That boy chicken chicken, some like raising Cane‘s

Where the Molly at I want it new guns I want it 
Everything you’ve done I’ve done done it
Talking out your top and then the Drac start jumping
no music in the car I guess Whaaa is what you’re bumping
You probably hate it now, but I swear you’ll grow to love it
Throwing in the towel I swear I’m way above it no place to call home so I’m just constantly running

this hoe is so trifling, I swear this hoe is so trifling
she got a roster just recycling it.
Taste the lean Bae you might like it
Taste it baby taste it baby oh
Push 110 in this Mercedes oh
Clearly, bae I drive you crazy oh
Body Swoll, but pockets lazy oh
chours

pushing 110 up in the Escalade
Pretty sure that bitch is just out getting laid getting played cut that little bitch up just like a taper fade
20 songs in one day I swear everybody’s gonna know the fucking name
Yeah, everybody’s gonna know my fucking game
swear to God bitch you’ll get killed if you try touching chains
Swear to God bitch you’ll get killed if you say the wrong names
swear to God bitch you’ll get killed if you

trifling
this hoe is so trifling
swear this hoe is so trifling 
swear you’re always so trifling
trifling
that hoe is so trifling
that hoe is so trifling
hoe so trifling

Hands To The Sky

whaaa

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