I'm bobby brown with a 8 ball I'm coming out hard Mjg For facades Money juggs and the gods Underground king With a lot of dirty money Im too hard swallow Ask ya bitch She'll vouch for me Street made Block paid Certified shit 2 guns 1 drum Do or die bitch Its Grind time I want mine That King and I shit I see I saw Slick rick Some Private eye shit Rick ross before he shook up Nas before he slapped hoe Luxury tax The way we slanging all this ether tho We getting money up The hoes pursuing For the green U See the way the La Bruin I'm the hood ozzy Osborne On point like a side thorn That Text is drama we hit them niggas With them Longhorns Thick bitch Her pussy is the devil Don't like to listen I Told y'all my ole miss Was a rebel Plan a let get this money See what this can be Or you gotta die baby Plan b No need for plan c I already plant seeds Y'all Niggas know my motto Fuck that pussy, get the cheese I left the reaper grim Studied above that rim He got game Ask Tommy Shepherd about Jesus then I want my shuttles worth I'm talking 10 fingers My niggas played with them blocks And I ain't talking jenga Gunz N Butta

Verse 1 Body instrumental I beat box Then beat box Knock the pussy out So bitch get off my young joc Flows heat rock My rep don coli-eon For that ice and cream Niggas get they choice of cold stones Bullet or gravestone Make choices sentimental Personally They both carry your fucking initials A trailblazer for the work n the grams All the dope travel from the port to the land Drug hustler i am the shit Hit me up sun no fee for the Nicks Charles bark The chopper start There it go. I'll lie and assault Then break her walls down Im chris Jericho I'm ric wit flair Bret with no heart For about 4 figures I'll sharp shoot my mark Put ya money up Let's talk about it Touching me on a microphone Nigga I fucking doubt it Chorus Real rap this is king chat Heard yall need bars I can feel that Word play joose gone repeat that I wanna roc right Can we roc right Verse 2 I curve shit And curb shit get the program All see is space is in ya grill Mike strahan Still outchea stretching The working We doing plyo All I need is an O to get bye Get my bio Block beater The top cheifer A don dada Been killing raps Since fubu kani farm dada Yall better learn a king's destined Is clap back Most y'all rappers junk food Modern day rap snacks g All here is corny rhymes struggle False claiming Dick riding Back sliding Cliquing and banging Steady talking bout shooting But ya character we know The only thing your rounds kill Was fucking mosquitoes I heard a few niggas joose is Just par Good that's what I need to gimme A jump start Lyrically I'm jordan 96 to 98 So say my name lil bitch And get a destiny child fate

Verse 1 My heart is an ice cube I need higher learnings Street syndicate So They Wonder why we chase higher earnings Cuz we hungry Im Quoting Roman A broke man A lonely bitch Nigga that's two omens Reasons for narcotics Lace em niggas robotic Chasing coins at that sonic speed Im dr robotnik Yes I'm a different stress A niggas past checkered so I'm getting it off my chest Quotes are blessed angel with no halo Sipping the wine God made I'm king david in c major hoes get slayed Everything I spits gold Roads get paved So walk light on the plight Even murderers get staged The dreams of chosen Visions of lost Thoughts of frank The gull of the boss I'm made man nigga Julianni wearing Tommy For the power I'll leave a nigga Ghost in some Versace Chorus The streets don't forgive Its win some and lose some Knowing All the end so let me talk to em Get this money fuck a friend Cause truth all have you have is you in the end I need to talk to em Life comes with the spins You gone fail but get back up in the end I wanna talk to em Walk your truth Don't pretend When you start get love That's where bullshit begins I had to talk to em Verse 2 I would smoke canibus to canibus The streets needed a factor Fear So niggas who really was the actors Modern day martin and Eddie They wasnt ready For all roles that come with soul Thru being heavy You cant make water fire Real out a liar So I never sweat niggas Who's truth didn't perspire Never loved a bitch A nigga didn't admire Never sold my soul For niggas black attire I'm cut different Just stating facts I'm jigsaw in sigsaw This games a trap No need for redemption Decisions are parallel Bad choices always spend Back around Life's a carousel So I moved strategic Avoid issues Lamar jack or cap In formation with my pistol Learned to do most And speak the least Cuz talkers all weak Like the NFC east Verse 3 I'm from the era we Scream steady mobbing Real life If shit got Thick Nigga We Robbin Lost without you My ode to streets Playing reasonable doubt Track number 1 on repeat Niggas wanna knock hustle Cut they on hand I was raised hold your nuts Be your own man I wanna rap a lot Smoke loud A Bad boy Avoiding death row Ya hear me now Real street shit Talking rhyme and rhyme It can let this shit go Lebron and his hairline Stat quo banging The words to be spread The bitch blew me so I left her on read A nigga try me I'll leave em Crippled and bleeding And teach what it is to Ganged for no reason I'm different breed Promise I won't worry ya Champion I'll run to these rings Ultimate warrior

Chorus Thank God He taught me to use scale And Julio taught a young nigga Sell I knew the streets when I didn't Know shit And we only talk dollars nigga Use common sense What ya want What ya need Hmu you I know i got it for cheap What the move What the verd Hmu you know we slang and we serve Verse 1 I'm ray charles with 20 /20 With a license to sell Pac with a pistol Screaming knowledge is wealth The first drug dealing heathen Hustle is for a reason All day with the grind So all years hustle season went from 56 grams Then a 112 theme Made to love to this cash Singing peaches and creme All moves a double up Shout out to customers 1st and 15th We Running up them numbers bruh So when you talk about numbers Let's be specific So many connections to O's I feel Olympic This runs a marathon Nipsey taught ya lesson Everytime that scale say 448 That's a blessing Went from cleaning carpet To vacuum sealing narcotics I make $ for feelings But survival is the logic If its bout dollar Lil nigga holla If you ain't talking cheese Aint no need to speak

Verse 1 You go to change your life Shit gets worse first Facts The thing about a lost There always bounce back If you built tough Shit gone get rough Gotta protect your faith Your will gets passed around Sunday collection plates So when I grace I hope a nigga worthy You'll beg for life Before I beg for mercy That's I keep 9 With one the dead Ain't tryna have phone call to cheryl Her only son dead The game ain't same Ass whoopings fazed out Everyone a dope boy And real love played out Honest shit I modern enigma Im Glad I don't i classify With y'all new age niggas Living life in the fast lane 0 to 60 Got my glock and some propane Come Travel with me I need answers From a source that I can't trust put my back against a wall Its guaranteed that i will bust Chorus Traveling on this lonely way Its the only road that I know Lost trying find a place In my heart, I can call my own Im hoping find a trace Of what leads me to my soul A part of me is wondering If can you make me whole Verse 2 I had that convo with god Cried like mouthfuka Cuz on the real I've been crossed by a lot of mouthafuckas I sleep with a pistol Drive the rifle A blunt up in the air Sprinkle the ashes in my bible My trials and tribs The lessons life is gone teach My faulty ways My problems lay by my feet You ever had to cry in the car While driving Question your friends cuz Their logic you ain't ain't buying Sacrifice your self for Somebody else feelings Take food out your mouth To help someone else eat it Give away your last Cuz another nigga need it Sacrifice your love To let another person feel it I say this to god I hope he understands I'm built to provide Lack the loving hand To elohim with a dream I give my monologue Hear my greatest stand And Catch my longest fall

Verse 1 In the eyes of a killer You see a hungry soul Thru the heart of a lion A pussies getting mold Many choose origami So they titles fold And my deeds undone To chosen behold King without a crown A man among the practical Driven by defeat School of hard knock sabbatical After my collateral I need mine faster too Drinking while we shedding lbs Ima stacker 2 Drugs Definition of irrational We mail lbs or land Os shit is magical I don't chase dreams Shooting stars are fickle Don't follow rules Live my life apolitical Verse 2 I give pain thru ink Force a dummy think Only scratching the surface Im In my element zinc See papa rolled stones I tend to fuck temptations Rolling up vega leafs On a vegas vacation Turn up audio Fuck em is the order tho Winning at every slot Call me mr popageorgio Embrace the literature The hood shits miniature My eye can never close the shits Forest Whittaker My eyes cant see all the shits Blind fury keep feeding em all hot shit Chicken curry The most beautiful shit Keith Murray Niggas say they after my spot I look worried? I'm different rapper Nigga i'm the shooter You'll need metro to boom Or design a new future Get drake to sing a hook 40 to make you beat T minus to blend ya sample Bitch im still gonna eat People forgot about bars I spit em like prison cells The rappers got me twisted I'm not a fucking carousel Niggas is bitches Bitches is niggas Comprende Send slugs at ya;; deep voices Hoes too M.A. Never forget in this ring You gotta have glove Wack rappers manti teo All that computer love hip hop heads love em They gone bump it up Treat these rhymes like nikki ass shots Gotta pump em up

Verse 1 1st verse for my mouthafucking brother Big beezy jumbo jaron or simply put P You put breath in a nigga When wasn't shit to see We had dreams at 8 I remember G Blue and mellion We was tripping Making tapes and recording The radio We was living Stealing tese cds You introduced busta At that point I fell in love with HipHop mofucka Kickin rhymes bout shit We wasnt doing Arguing bout which hot boy better Bg or juvie Always had views We would takeover this rap shit Around the same time Got involved in trap shit 7 yrs you started cornermade Was making album And I kinda felt played After niggas flam You gave me shot 2 records later And I Promise I won't ever stop You helped me dream nigga Chorus So if I never say it out loud Deep down I hope I'm making you Proud Mofucka So take these flowers Ima give out now When rhyme i hope I making you Proud Mofucka Verse 2 2nd verse for my marley and bam You niggas lit fire Y'all couldn't understand I would love to spit Y'all would record shit Gas a nigga up We rapping now awww shit Whole time I'm crafting my rhymes I think of y'all How y'all stay on my ass Bout content and the crown From real life to spitting that fire dont dumb it down And if you say whack shit I telling you bow Just be yourself Don't change your shit For these suckas Idc what they say You the rawest mothafucka I remember Weez Drinking blue beast Kickin freestyles Smoking swisher sweets I remember bam Them videos was class Somewhere In every flow You had to say bounce that azz For that i salute Y'all gave nigga hope Everytime I rhyme Brothers always know

Verse 1 Primitive prices Corner boy with dice Married to block No need to toss the rice Cold to the heart Cant even sculpt the ice Drug lord courtur Millions to entice Drug is closest to sport Lonely resort Mama's only baby addicted Should she abort Man only love for her pussy How we extort Lebron how she tossing that powder Leading to snorts Ever seen a fiend get skinny A junkie river dance Your former teammate mama Selling all their inheritance Cocaine to Cobain Where's the end tho Withdrawls got em showing they ass Like Lizzo For that last hit I seen some sad shit Niggas on one way date With a closed casket So what you love more Kids or the high You can see an addict cries By the motion in they lies Chorus ADDICTION ADDICTION Niggas lost cant deal afflictions So turn to the green n prescriptions For the love of the cream Niggas wishing So the drugz keep they soul reminiscent Verse 2 Ever seen a nigga pawn Jewelry A woman sell pussy A woman suck a dick For a nickel or thirty A brother steal money From own fucking sister That black berry molasses Aint enough to save mista Watched a track star Turn crack star Watched some hoop dreamers Turn to some coke fiends Real life Drug lows To fairer winds Praised For her status Saw a heroine turn to heroin We all had dreams Mine was drug deals So my kiss from a rose Came with label seals Use to bag grass pills in a vial the drugs sinking us The cash put me in denial So I'll cry that river I hope God sees Two oz's Help me buy my 1st Jordan 3s how do you tell that nigga Trapping is bad When he is 17 and making More cash than his dad

She learned pussy was money from her mama Learned to sell dope Before she Thought of a diploma Watched her oldest sister Sell throat keep em afloat And her younger brother Say them autistic quotes Couldn't understand why Lifes so brutal Mama got 10 kids Damn the bitch so fruitful Waiting on a man to lover But he rather fuck her About $60 The charge for the cover Nita Young girl in a world Full of leisure Surrounded by the struggle And the streets was teacher 19 senior Attitude on fever With cuts to guts Her souls on clever I watch this lil shawty A natural at finessing Big brain big titties Ass was no question Couldn't tell her She knew it all seen it Always on her paper route Rich nigga scenic Inspired by the glamour Lost in the falsity Alter thee But wont change her ways With out that offer fee All about money Self respect 2nd You try to intervene Then the shit gets hectic A single mother 2 So what's she supposed Barely making the ends The kids fostered too Sees em on the weekends They wards of the state Dont know who fathers are backpage dates But on the other side Shawty is in college Chemistry major Cooking crack Was her minor Known around campus as The lightskin bussa Pretty outside Inside ugly mouthafucka Her reputation exceeds Only think of her needs gets a nigga alone sets em up for the cheese Stick up bitch All her victims From her college She gets em to a room Then out comes that Taurus Last nigga she did She pistol whip the kid Took 900 for dibs Put three shots in ribs Snatch the bag Then dip Left em for dead Little did she know A mistake was mislead He survived a 7 week recovery He plotting on revenge On a way of discovery Think about that bitch Who set him up Soon as see the bitch He gone wet her up Real shit Riding by the same hotel room Daily Asking about anita from Avenue haley Found out from a student She been absent for a week So he l hit block closer Being careful when to speak Then on a Wednesday night He spotted her riding With next sucker nigga A perfect time to off em Cant leave no witnesses So he gotta die Lit a blunt You smell the death the in sky Walked up on the whip Before the door opened Blasting 16 shots and nobody knew What happened The next day on tv They ran breaking news With a visual Two teens shot One dead one critical To Be continued....

Verse 1 shes a Devil in a dress Cocoa flesh Pussy best Made me fall In love But no love Her request Nigga No time fall for It She got her on agenda Love em then pluck em Dont trust em Get em fucking gone nigga I was spending cash Cooking meals Sealing deals You was pimpin me Chris jon and jabril All I wanted was attention Maybe a lil feel To show you diff But your switch game was fucking real Fuck me Then suck me Then cut me And duck me Then dump me like I was never shit Manipulate Lie Bullshit me Why And Cry Like your pain Legit Scheme Flash Ass and the Cash Gone with illicit intent Now this dream a nightmare One day I hope to fucking forget

verse 1 Ever love the wrong mofucka Put life in a dead case Give your heart to lost soul Tho the love had no embrace Try to build what's broken Tho you ain't broke it in 1st place Put value in a bargain And let the self worth get disgraced Feel me now Love don't love nobody That's facts Fuck you and your fake love All cap The more I try to do The more you resist Deny me your heart But still wanna get the dick Typical ho shit That go with flow shit But always want more Stop doing most bitch Wanted a do boy But got a strategist Ask you about love So you play protagonist Main reason why it cant work Cant love nobody who can't love they self Hope you know one day truth hurts You ain't fooling nobody but ya fucking self I take you at your worst While others get your best Expect of me more But settle for your less When I ask you Why should I value There's always a sad truth You making point I digress A Pointless love For damaged soul And I'm tired of trying This Shit get old Since I'm the reason For the anxiety right More cause to leave And retire she right Verse 2 I deserve more than a sometimes love Some Partial affection Swear you make my head hurt Like a prolonged erection shit Constantly Inconsistent Tripping Arguably Reminiscent Wishing For a nigga let you be free But you wanting the best from me I dont get it The mirror gotta hurt Cant like what ya see Though you keep on fronting For nothing Your minimum Output Fucked up outlook Got you always Struggling for stunting Everyone the problem but you Everyone in your life in a revolution Ain't got no constant support You think cutting off is the resolution Rather run then admit You Broken Rather I decomitt You SMoking So take that Mama drama Sister issues Daddy problems Financial miscues With you I ain't got time For lack Shit I ain't got space to move Back Fix Your fucked up mental state With All these luv issues existing With

Verse 1 I remember them tears from the night you had to leave me You love me But I know I kept your heart bleeding Playing with your feelings Hurt for no reason Put you thru some changes Mothafuck the seasons I apologize I had you fucked up Gambling man But this times like My Luck's up Laying in my bed And got the next bitch sexting Acting like you ain't gone leave A Nigga flexxin But ever since night a real stressing Talking to God And a nigga learned his lesson I just want her back in my arms Won't do her wrong Just want her back in my place Invading space I watch pack your shit And couldn't stop it Cut me off as dead ass weight You start to rocket Should been a real man Ask about the vid see Control my fucking temper Minimize my jealousy Well never be I miss talking I miss teasing Miss sliding ya draws sucking that pussy for no reason I miss ya hustle You got that check Miss you cussing me out Then we have that make up sex I miss the cooking Miss ya attitude Miss random dick sucks ya a nigga show gratitude I miss ya smile I miss ya walk Fuck this rhyme Im just wish we could talk

Verse 1 mind of misery thoughts of a lost chemistry i couldn't hold the anger the void of some good energy riddle me how do you love what you cant touch truths how can stroke what you cant fuck ego i lost myself trying to find you unable to see your worth guessing you trust me is a blind too many nights i ponder how did i lose what was mine told me on this eve of destruction that my love was blind take me back in time ghost of futures past grab a bottle half the content up in my glass i used to be your heart kept you alive and well Now I'm your anchor Making it hard for your ship to sail Never wanted lose you I but I gained a lesson How do you eat when you lost A lover and a best friend All I know is I'm not ready To be for your stage exit They always say tru pain Carries the largest message Chorus I Never knew I would wake And you'd be gone Now I dying On all on inside And you've moved on I wish I had that 2nd chance To show you I'm a better man But my pride won't lemme explain Verse 2 All I have is memories Photos and vids I reminisce Bout that first date Long night rides That first kiss In my feelings Some of my sins I can't relive Infidelities most Of the shit you can't forgive I knew my wrongs But my rights outweighed Forgive me Shit ain't been good since That day I ain't had peace I ain't been lit Tired of mama looking at Me like I aint shit I let my pride lead Fear was its cousin I played in control But in side I was frontin I want my lady back Fuck all this masturbation I need a real fix So I embrace the maturation I miss eating your cooking Watching our show power Listening to Neo soul Driving for hours Free lance writes Love making nights Smoke a big blunt while We giggle and play fight

Verse 1 she was the fine dime grey hoodie and grey sweats great conversation later on turned to great sex we would smoke few kick it at the stoop late nights riding out vibing in the coupe all fun no cares or distraction whole lot of action defensive to her tone scott pip jon paxson all bullshit we used lay up in an instant then the shots got further relations turned long distance i still hear ya smile i sill see ya pain that nigga broke your spirit we aint been the same no love lost tho im just call away still cute as ever seen ya other day just know we always good i got an ear to lend before we turned lovers remember homey friend blunt #1 as i reminisce Good times Cant call So I put ya in my rhymes Verse 2 Mz green eyes That smile worth a mill That camel toe poking demeanor hood nigga still Met you on the track Mesmerized by that 4 pack Told lil bro I definitely gotta get that Ass on fat fat Stomach on flat flat Super with the grub you know fat boy luv that Used make a nigga fave Lasagna with chicken wings Rub on the belly And listen to a nigga sing Distance tore us apart How's the west coast? Prolly the best friend I ever had to let go you needed closure Your life was in shambles Your mom's got ill So your world went to a scramble Still ain't forgot ya You treated me like a don Still laugh everytime I hear That usher song I hope you doing well I still of think of you Lemme spark up blunt # 2 Verse 3 Mz green eyes That smile worth a mill That camel toe poking demeanor hood nigga still Met you on the track Mesmerized by that 4 pack Told lil bro I definitely gotta get that Ass on fat fat Stomach on flat flat Super with the grub you know fat boy luv that Used make a nigga fave Lasagna with chicken wings Rub on the belly And listen to a nigga sing Distance tore us apart How's the west coast? Prolly the best friend I ever had to let go you needed closure Your life was in shambles Your mom's got ill So your world went to a scramble Still ain't forgot ya You treated me like a don Still laugh everytime I hear That usher song I hope you doing well I still of think of you Lemme spark up blunt # 2