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I'm not saying I'm gonna rule the world or I'm gonna change the world, but I guarantee that I will spark the, the, the brain that will Change the world, and that's our job is to Spark somebody else watching us. We, we might not be the ones, but let's Not be selfish and because we not gonna change The world, let's not talk about how we should Change it. I don't know how to change it, But I know if I keep talking about how Dirty it is out here, somebody gonna clean it Up. Ayo Cory. Run that shit up, Robby. Slap my heater in my sweater, it get cold In them trenches. Pop a Perky for the pain, I got the coldest of ditches. Sauced up and bossed up, he a cold lil' Nigga. You could do anything, but just don't fold On a nigga. Slap my heater in my sweater, It get cold in them trenches. Pop a Perky for the pain, I got the Coldest of ditches. Sauced up and bossed up, he A cold lil' nigga. You could do anything, But just don't fold on a nigga. It's hard to be a man, but it ain't Hard to be a killer. Birds of a feather Flock together, so I flock with my niggas. First it get worse, then it get better. We gotta stick together. Glock with a beam, nah, I don't pop triggers. Sipping codeine, pop a Perc To go with it. Mike Amiri jeans with the Ice cream sweater. Cold younger, cold strawberry, You can't get with it. If you want it, you can get it. Put a opp up in a blender. Riding with that stick on me, that stick on Me do damage. It hurt when we lost Bunchy, I see Tey so in that casket. Yeah, that's some shit we had then, baby girl, That's past tense. Yeah, I know I broke your Heart and you still picking up the fragments. It hurts that you still love me and it Hurts that I ain't average. It hurts that I ain't average. Yeah, I know I broke your heart and you Still picking up the fragments. You still picking up the fragments. Slap my heater in my sweater, it get cold In them trenches. Pop a Perky for the pain, I got the coldest of ditches. Sauced up and bossed up, a cold lil' nigga. You could do anything, but just don't fold on A nigga. Slap my heater in my sweater, it Get cold in them trenches. Pop a Perky for the pain, I got the Coldest of ditches. Sauced up and bossed up, He a cold lil' nigga. You could do anything, but just don't fold on A nigga. The time ticking, can't stop now, I'm On a mission. I'm on a mission. Keep a boot up on they neck, bitch call Me Timberland. Baby, I'm bossed up, bitch, I ain't Nothing like no middleman. Out the way. Bro said he gon' drive his car, man rent A sprinter van. I keep asking as we leaving, Bro, then get in. When we leaving? She said She don't like being by herself, fuck it, bring Your friends. After this, I gotta go, I got A dinner plan. Dinner Making moves and spinning, Talking business, we should go to France. Business. Start little, think big, make sure you got A plan. Baby, I got your back, just let Me know, hold out your hand. Don't be scared To ask for help, I had to learn it From experience. Goddamn, wanna give up, don't ever Stop, man, you gon' win. The way a fat Boy drive, you probably think he hit a kid. Top five, yeah, that's my nigga, we been thinking Since we was kids. Five months, you had to Go, lil' bro, I don't think you understand. Man, I swear I love you niggas, God bless You a good friend. Slap my heater in my Sweater, it get cold in them trenches. Pop a Perky for the pain, I got the Coldest of ditches. Sauced up and bossed up, He a cold lil' nigga. You could do anything, but just don't fold on A nigga. Slap my heater in my sweater, it Get cold in them trenches. Pop a Perky for the pain, I got the Coldest of ditches. Sauced up and bossed up, he A cold lil' nigga. Yeah. You could do anything, but just don't fold on A nigga. Yeah. killer, that's my nigga, yeah, I'm Rocking with him right or wrong. Five months, that's my killer, well if it hurt Me, daddy gone. Sometimes I wanna cry, I wanna Slide when I hear your song. She said she down to ride until sometime, she Like my backbone. And if I took some time, Would you be there when I get back home? Girl, look me in my face and tell me Lies, I know you dead wrong. Still the same nigga before the fame, ain't nothing Change but. B4, that's my nigga, if he get You, we gon' hang you. Holla Tip his ass Up, J Slidin', we gon' flame him. Play rags and JS, I'm always trooping through the Sack. Ten milli' with the sticky, took 'em all To the neck. And that's a bet when he Sleep, he B4K when he rest. See, I'm sliding with this thing, bitch, it got Cinnamon and value. If I catch him, I'ma pop Him up in traffic like a Valley. Pour that Drac' up in that soda, high speeding With no license. It's just me and twin chops, Let them niggas get me licensed. Slap my heater in my sweater, it get cold In them trenches. Pop a Perky for the pain, I got the coldest of ditches. Sauced up and bossed up, he a cold lil' Nigga. You could do anything, but just don't fold On a nigga. Slap my heater in my sweater, It get cold in them trenches. Pop a Perky for the pain, I got the Coldest of ditches. Sauced up and bossed up, He a cold lil' nigga. You could do anything, but just don't fold on A nigga.