J3t-L33 - & Plenty Dope.

Gas smoke or marijuana
TZ stay with plenty dope
If mine ain't serve your partners Then they probably
Serve your folks
I been on race for commas
I been on race for more
I know killers robbin' robbers
I know robbers' killin folk
They know lil TZ
Gon' cut up this song
When they turn this shit on
Leave a spark in the booth
Crazy I got on
My grind for my mom and
My game from my pops
So I'm blessin her too
I'm showing love
Who had showed it to me?
If its flaw I can see
I'm exposing the truth
I'm a big dog
like wherever I'm at
I ain't gotta be loud
Just to fill up the room
Really, I came to clean my mess
Leave it really,
I can clean my check
Water on me,
I can clean my neck
Ain't no G, big A, G respect
The way I step up and
Leavin them vex
Bean in my bed
Like a bundle of chicks
I'm chasing paper
You chasing some sex
I'm here right now
I don't care about who next
They had switched on me
I guess I know now
Uh-huh I got give my all I cannot
Hold out, yeah
Hit the beat it's time to shake the whole crowd, yeah
I don't talk no cap but
I'm not your child
I'm really movin' like a soldier
Still gon' fast car whip it
Like its Forza
I'm tryna stack my chicken
Like it's churches
Cannot play right
Really I got more power
Gas smoke or marijuana
TZ stay with plenty dope
If mine ain't serve your partners Then they probably
Serve your folks
I been on race for commas
I been on race for more
Know killers robbin' robbers
Know robbers killin' folk
Do you expect me go now?
You expect me go?
When I feel it
I'm so close now
I feel it
I'm so close
Yeah, I really been on Ghost Town
Phone on silent mode
So if you ain't hear it from Twon
You know I don't know
I need me a coupe
To blow out the brain
I really want turn this shit up
It better be the truth
If you speak on my name
If not, then you know
That you fucked
I remember the times
That I walk in the rain
When no one would come
Pick me up
But through all the pain
I'm stayin' the same
Cause I know the
Movement is tough
And I dont be doin' the bluff
You know that I mean it
I said it!
Some folks
Think me better off crushed
but effecting me I cant let it
I can't let it
These niggas ain't
Talkin' bout nothin'
So they lettin' me know
They don't get it
So I just been stackin' my funds
And went straight in a
Whole new direction
I been locked and focused
Not for you to notice
I'ma make this motion
Flow like a ocean
Smooth,
Only thing missin' is commotion
Hit like a potion
Don't be scared
Walk a lil' bit closer
Must see, we ain't no posers
Tryin' hard to keep composure
Pleasure or my problems
Measure of my tolerance
Can't hide from shit
That bothers me
But how to say it properly
Remove me from the topic
Please dig deep
Now you're coppin' pleas
Cycles of Existence,
Exhaustion,
Experience and
Expenditure
Life of one hell of an adventure
Venture to the pits of the needs
Of my mama,
My brother,
My kinfolk, losin' control
Good days sound like folk tales Only time will tell
We aint tuckin' tail
Rather make bail
Controllin' variables
Makin' plays with a scale
I've lost my life
A few times in my head
Took it too far
Now I'm starin' at the edge
Hand over heart
Hurt like I made a pledge
Gas smoke or marijuana
TZ stay with plenty dope
If mine ain't serve your partners Then they probably
Serve your folks
I been on race for commas
I been on race for more
I know killers robbin' robbers
I know robbers' killin folk

Written by:
Antwon Evans, Leroy Parker, Jr.

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