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[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Wop

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Well my day startin’ crazy, my pack ain’t fuckin’ make it
The feds investigating, some of my niggas turned fugazi
I keep gunners with me lately, they might gun you down for nathin’
El Gato is my code name, don’t ever call me Radric
Crystal coke and crystal meth, so icy entertainment
I’m gangster but I’m famous, bitch I’m armed and I’m dangerous
Diamonds on me blinkin’ mane, fuck what niggas thinkin’ mane
Guwop gon’ keep gettin’ it mane, long as they keep printin’ it mane
Play with me, regret it
This ain’t that synthetic
Y’all boys too pathetic
You don’t got it then go get it
Call tell, I’m connected
El Gato, respect it
Two Asian plugs with hella drugs
Call them Redman and Method

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
When the load gettin’ closer, hope they don’t pull him over
I know my bows over, sack ’em up and keep the over
Dope weighing over, please don’t weigh it over
It’s losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda
Count the money over, and feed the junky sober
Splash the water on it when I lean the pot over
Zone 6 soldier, take your hood over
High grade, upscale, top-notch yola

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Fuck the police, that’s the code we honor
Your bitch on my drip, I poured it on her
Diamonds on fleek, I’m cold, pneumonia
Me and Wop sitting at the top
Millionaires out the cell block
I ain’t never gotta sell blocks
When I get bored I buy a new watch
Went to the lot and bought my bitch a drop
Now I’m on fire, I burn a nigga
They ain’t gave me shit, I earned it nigga
Me and Marlo really gettin’ them loads
Ask the streets, everybody know
Spend my show money on clothes
Trap stay bunking, we don’t close
Runnin’ with slime, they’ll wipe your nose
I’m from the gutter, throwing up fours
I’m back on my shit, I’m dripping waterfall
Did a bid, came back, then I brushed it off
Shooters, they gon’ shoot on my command
Pop a nigga noggin like a xan
All I ever needed was a chance
Now I got a whole lot of bands
Now I got a whole lot of fans
Tucking my strap in at my shows
Double Rollies, want a white one, a gold
Never stopping and I’m always on go
In the back of the back, I got the curtains closed
Trap spot, tryna get off the load
I’m like Luda, I been slanging them bows

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
When the load gettin’ closer, hope they don’t pull him over
I know my bows over, sack ’em up and keep the over
Dope weighing over, please don’t weigh it over
It’s losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda
Count the money over, and feed the junky sober
Splash the water on it when I lean the pot over
Zone 6 soldier, take your hood over
High grade, upscale, top-notch yola

[Verse 3: Marlo]
I been having a real crazy day, but them packs man I’m gettin’ paid
Got G8 on the cell floor, he done poked a nigga with a switchblade
I done stayed down with my own, nigga I done came up with my own way
Zone 1 rebel, got more pistols than an arcade
And Marlo is my real name, don’t ever call me rude
Act a fool, and I been a damn gangster with them tools
Young nigga make the rules, break the rules
I been a gangster, I make the news
Do script and pack with Lil Baby food
Goose say we’re goin’ real crazy, ooh
And the load gettin’ real real closer
And I hope the dope just came up out the water
And I put that fish scale in that water
Make it double up and get real real harder
And if it [?] go real real farther, yeah

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
When the load gettin’ closer, hope they don’t pull him over
I know my bows over, sack ’em up and keep the over
Dope weighing over, please don’t weigh it over
It’s losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda
Count the money over, and feed the junky sober
Splash the water on it when I lean the pot over
Zone 6 soldier, take your hood over
High grade, upscale, top-notch yola

[Indie-folk music]

Purple, truth in circle
And blossom on your skin
In the crosswind
Beneath no perfect place your funky ???
but you see it coming
Too much makes those sad things
Those bad things hurt

It’s four leaf clover love
It’s four leaf clover love

Purple, in the sunlight
Feathered circles
Let’s blame the scale??
Something, if you wake, you wake for nothing
Too much of something make those good things
Those quite things run

It’s four leaf clover love
It’s four leaf clover love

I need it as quicky as my feet
There were ??
Hands embracing from my face
Do my crown ???

It’s four leaf clover love
It’s four leaf clover love
(x2)

[Folk single]

If there’s forgiveness
say a prayer for me
Through the pain and the torment
Through the misery
it’s a world of darkness
The darkness surrounds me
the day I lift me up
Lift me up to see
Hold on to me
Please don’t let me go
Don’t let me go.
Hold on to me
Please don’t let me go
Don’t let me go.

I’ve been a stranger,
A prisoner locked in chains
But don’t forget me now,
please, call my name
Yeah, it’s a struggle
but I’m sure you know
Protect from myself
Please don’t let me go
Hold on to me
Please don’t let me go
Don’t let me go.
Hold on to me
Please don’t let me go
Don’t let me go.

[Guitars break]

Higher than the mountains,
deeper than the sea
There is some hope you and me
Search for the truth,
and the truth will set you free
Let your loving light
shine down on me
Hold on to me
Please don’t let me go
Don’t let me go.
Hold on to me
Pease don’t let me go
Don’t let me go.
Hold on to me
Pease don’t let me go
Don’t let me go.

[Indie-pop music]

I’m frustrated, I think I hate it
I can’t even look interested
I think the older I get, the harder it gets
Maybe I’m fine, maybe I’m dying
Oh, maybe I’m just tired
Tired of trying the oldest conversation together
it means nothing at all

Small talks small talks
We don’t talk enough
Small talks too much
Somebody get me out of here

Are we friends? did i miss it?
Cause you’re talking to me like we’re connecting
Why should we pick it up?
we never left it
I’m too passive-aggressive
Maybe it’s mean, maybe I don’t wanna do these conversation
But I I I I just can’t do it.

Small talks small talks
We don’t talk enough
Small talks too much
Somebody get me out of here
(x2)

I used to go and talk to everyone I see
But now when I go out
It’s just keeping me from sleep
(x2)

I don’t wanna be rude
I don’t wanna be rude
I don’t wanna be rude
No, I don’t wanna try these (small talks)

Small talks small talks
We don’t talk enough
Small talks too much
Somebody get me out of here
(x2)

[Intro]
You know who the fuck it is
2018
Two thousand and make cream
At Your Request

[Verse: Lloyd Banks & Ghostface Killah]
Masked up on my last case
Figured no face, no karma
Throwin’ salt at me
Prefer my shade by Dolce Gabbana
Rideable, bet the dough gets some kinda rotation out her
Stand for nothin’ fall for anything, prada replace the dollar
Havin’ 70s gettin’ bent out of shape and I’m in tip-top
Want this shit? Gotta fight to get on like Love & Hip Hop
Mary Jane’ll tie me up, fell in love with the Ziploc
I done seen your true colors for green niggas’ll flip-flop
Hope you take your best shot followed by something tragic
Have to show you Cs and I’ll spit in your face like a battle rapper
Shit, I only hit the weed slow, came up a rabbit clapper
Prayed on the God, glow and he gave it to me, tabernacle
Never really liked y’all, hate you, know to my next feed
Baguette sleeve
A loyal my begger’s my pet peeve
Time for me to jet, heavy time on the jet skis
The dopest supplier, you trippin’ to let the connect leave
Audacity dissin’ veterans puttin’ up tanking numbers
Ain’t no deuce deuce in yo’ boot, them fuckin’ ankle huggers
When we hug these mics we get busy
I’m thinkin’ “Who is he?”
A stupid motherfucker truck is moving, dumping free work all over to feed the customers
Settin’ the soundtrack for the realer kind of greatest hustlers
Haters to fuel up the fire, doubters to act astounded
Smoke for the watches, gorilla glue with the wax around it
Dollars to rev up the ops and ammo to back them down with
Double bottoms for ass kickin’, the black and brown shits
Certifications debatable, take a fall stay quiet
Your fan base ain’t gone save you, you hit the floor stage divin’
Fire trail from me flying
You takin’ off? Brave pilot
You makin’ moves? Stay silent
You crossed the crew’s gray island
Don’t box me into your categories I’m alien
Them records, I hear nothin’ but fear in ’em
Break a chair on ’em
I see a nigga dye one more color I disappear again
Y’all breedin’ bitches
My blade’ll give a cesarean
I give it everything I had, another high speed choice
Thinkin’ “what more do you want from me?” in Tyrese voice
All we do is make it stack the homicide green boys
Unnecessary altercations keep the concrete moist
I hate makin’ shit, disciplinary jab though
Limited edition lab coat, Louie Supreme collabo’

[Outro]
For every blow, depends on breath control
So it’s the first thing you must learn
Fortunately it’s easy
You’ll soon learn