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Fried rice

Milk

Decisions I be makin' when I’m gettin' paid
Tell me when the [?] I'm gettin’ there
Money in my pocket barely fittin' there
But I fell in love with how it's sittin' there
Old bitch she miss me, a hole in her soul
But I'm over it though, had to block me her number

This from the latest collection my boy, you can copy the wave when I drop in the summer
Fiends got the city up under the wing like it's fried rice, I done died twice, I got nine lives, that means seven to spare
Vision blurry but the hindsight always 20/20, I see Heaven or Hell
Yeah, just to bust up a cell
Yeah, tell 'em come and give me fuckin' non-violence when the nine flying, hear her lullaby make ’em sing like Adele
Heavy on me like a pound, singin’ off key, get 'em off me
We on north streets for the money, niggas hit up Wall Street, had ’em boys ringin' the bell
Ain't no Libra but my scale ready if this rap shit ever fails
Get me hot
My broad taught me how to run a block, confidence is quiet I don't talk a lot
I call my momma and I call the shots, I don’t call these bitches they just talk a lot
Cop a couple toys and we can make a play, now the driveway like a parking lot
Beware the dogs like the sign say I did it my way, I did it my way
Decisions I be makin' when I'm gettin' paid
Tell me when the [?] I'm gettin' there
Money in my pocket barely fittin' there
But I fell in love with how it's sittin' there
Old bitch she miss me, a hole in her soul
But I'm over it though, had to block me her number

Block, block, uh, block, look
You got a girl but she not like mine
She got a ass but she not that fine
Don't make a nigga laugh
If I need the cash in a bag in advance before I grab and you might get a stand
Don't make a nigga mad
Smack the fuck out dog bad, I'm all-Madden
I'm on a go route now, but I do all patterns
I'm with your hoe right now and she's a tall glass?
I'm a can full of whoop-yo-ass
A little .40 in a booking bag, I put a bullet in your looking ass
Aw baby what is you doin'? I'm lookin', actin' for something you can murk yo ass off, my nigga grab it, go accurate
I'm p-p-passionate, d-d-damagin' my anatomy don't be mad at me if I pass out while I'm ramblin'
I'm an animal, an anomaly
Mar-mar-marijuana is the god in me, god in me

I get away just to get away, takin' the back-street roads
A couple days, maybe give or take, yeah, maybe I'm gon' get home
When I'm in the zone I'm in I'm ignoring your phone calls again
And phone off, d-don't talk, your phone, block block
You're on, switch off
The long lost lil nigga gettin' it how he live
Hol' up

Decisions I be makin' when I'm gettin' paid
Tell me when the [?] I'm gettin' there
Money in my pocket barely fittin' there
But I fell in love with how it's sittin' there
Old bitch she miss me, a hole in her soul
But I'm over it though, had to block me her number

This from the latest collection my boy, you can copy the wave when I drop in the summer
Fiends got the city up under the wing like it's fried rice, like it's fried rice
Boy, you can copy the wave when I drop in the summer
Fiends got the city up under the wing like it's fried rice, like it's fried rice