To my haters on here that attack me in piggy threads I rarely post in:

I want you to know you are an amazing human being. A very fine person and I love you. I stand up like a man.

niggas will do anything to protect and defend niggas that don’t even know they exist
s*** sad

I’m bored out of my f***ing mind

Smoking weed even got boring

@emu hope you're doing good 🤍

pizza

You think you win? Bank account fat?
I f*** your b****, bank account that
Paper brown bags, my bank is out back
It’s buried under the grass, I get paid without tax
I put momma in a Range Rover Sport G
That’s for ignoring pops when he said abort me
We was once poor, but now we got more cheese
Short sleeve, white T’s, Cayenne Porsche keys
W**** please, y’all know the business
You only f***ing with me cuz I push Benz’s
Plus I’m in your stomach when I’m d***ing you
Like you pregnant with a baby and he’s kicking you
Good d*** bringing out the crazy b**** in you
It’s true, that’s what the magic stick can do
Have you follow me to my house, acting all wild
Who’s that peaking in my window? BLAOW
Nobody now! I told the cops I thought a burglar was on the prowl
Since I’m rapping I gotta be nicer
But I’m acting just like Mekhi Phifer
Piss me and I’ll swiss knife ya
I might get hyper
Let the sniper rifle strike ya
You got guns? I got weapons as well
My Uzi might scream, Mac-11’ll yell
Got a rusty 38 send you directly to hell
That’s my old school shooter, call it Kevin Mchale
Y’all n—s better exit right
Don’t get it backwards like the letters to dyslexic eyes
Exercise your guns, better recognize
The TEC electrifies whoever testifies
Put bread on your head, change on your brains every time
Got your mind on your money but my money’s on your mind
When my money’s on the line
I get nutty when it’s time
Act funny with a dime
Hit the dummy with a nine
I don’t need a seance or ouija board
To know I’m bout to sing this song to go meet the Lord
I’m choking n—s with a TV cord
License to ill, just like the Beastie Boys n—a
Lotta dudes got money in this rap game
But they ain’t really get the money out the trap game
All the s*** you saying, I can’t respect it
Before you sold records, your neck was naked
Your wrist was timeless just like my freestyles
My paper stretch long, call it the green mile
The streets made my heart darker than Gotham
Crooked survived the hood, now it’s harder to stop him

shooters shoot ⛹🏻‍♀️

:) 😌 🤍

Tied af

Bored bruh

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Thank you, you a real one

this weekend has been very nice :) so much time to spend with family !

Blueface our pac

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Dreading tomorrow