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{Light the that needs the air}

{I won't burn unless there, you're there}
I you
{Ooh, I you}
I need you to

So I can use it for anger
{Light the fire needs the air}
{I won't burn unless you're there, there}
You know, real shit, feel this!

got a thing for this gangsta shit, they love me
Black Chucks, black skullies, Pelle-Pelle
I Spit over Raymo, shit, I'ma fan
Got the silver tape on my tray eight handle

The women in my life confusion to shit
So like in New Jack, I'll holla
"Cancel bitch!"
at me, this is the life I chose
Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun up

I build the on the low
The narc's don't I'm the weatherman
I take that coca leaf and make that
Sit back, watch it to dope, watch it go out the do'
O after O, you

Homey I'm just triple beam, dreamin' be schemin'
I fiend to the good life the fiends are just fiendin'
Conceal my weapon nice and so you can't see
The is definitely out the question for me

I to find the things in my life
So I
Nigga you get in my way while I'm to get mine
And buck you
I don't care who you run with, or you from
fuck you
I want to the things in my life
So I

Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I somersault
Black talons start flyin', when a nigga
I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't with me
Me and my cool G's, call me

my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed shit
Send me them seeds, I'll grow what they need
Them Chia Pet plants in the crib that's chronic
And I'm them for 500 a pop god damn it

I sell anythin' I'ma hustler, I how to grind
Step on grapes put it in and tell you it's wine
If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a
And goes on in my mind

contagious, hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If rap was the block or spider, I'll be poke and
Now get a load of me, flashy, far low key
And you can me wherever that dope be
Be gettin' man

I want to find the things in my
So I
you get in my way while I'm tryin' to get mine
And I'll you
I care who you run with, or where you from
fuck you
I want to find the in my life
So I

It's a hustler's
your eyes listen, see my vision
Mossberg pumpin', shotgun dumpin' and drama nothin'
It's of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin' lanes
Or in the switchin' chains

I upgrade 30 BS to clean VS
Rocks I copped from proceeds from the spot
I got the energy to win, I'm full of
Play the curve and get nauseous, watchin' the spin

I make to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can yo' ass out to my estate
hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape
Pour in the blender and make a protein shake

I'm like the east number one Playboy B
Hugh tell you he ain't got shit on me
The Feds watch me, they can't stop me
Racist, at me, "Look at Niggerace"
Hello!

I want to the things in my life
So I
Nigga you get in my way while I'm to get mine
And buck you
I care who you run with, or where you from
fuck you
I to find the things in my life
So I