empty (pt. 3) Lyrics

It's Lost Soul motherfucker yeah

Lost Soul motherfucker yeah

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I fly through the Backwoods like fallin' leaves

Keep rollies on my wrist I gotta twist some trees

Borders hard to cross; check my felonies

Letters in the mail not the letters that u mailin' me

Tryna burn trees 'cuz I burned all the bridges

Work out a work bag for kids on my digi

Plug out in Sac' town with shooters like Bibby

So watch how you move, you don't wanna end up missin' (yeah)

Now I gotta 9 and it split opposition 

My wrist sees diamonds and the soda from the whippin'

Shooters see red like the bottom of a Christian

Caps gettin' peeled like the blunts that I'm splittin' (yeah)

I cash no checks..but you're all tellers 

I get Free Mason..Maison Margiela 

Turn a back alley..in to a car dealer

Came a long way from the basement in Martin

Pardon me, now the whip park itself and the outside carbon

Never drop a mixtape, tape say caution

I got bars I'm a xanny prescription 

Smith n Wes addiction

I'm with the same killer..since the recess

Couple bad bitches..tryna resist

Put the tip in..she say Jesus 

Girl I really pray, I told you that I mean this

Enemy is real dark baby..and it's dark out every time I'm sleepin'

We going crazy, just..look at the racks

Tracy Mcgrady you..fuck with my racks (yeah)

Shootin' and shootin' and they ain't shootin' back (yeah)

We going crazy, just..look at the racks

Tracy Mcgrady you..fuck with my racks yeah we

Shootin' and shootin' and they ain't shootin' back

Oh that's wonderful Tony 

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