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I owe my last ride to you

Heaven and hell ride in tandem
I used to mix them up at random
I spent my youth on a reckless futile race
Where
that's clearer than Evian
Used to hit the radio them fagots ain't let me on
Until Khaled turned up the volume
Hit the club wit it come on homie they
and a
It's like that and a
My man Q-Tip in the house
Cee-lo you know he's in the house
My man John Legend's in the house
Talib Kwali will work it out
My man
Segundo to Toronto
I once hit a girl up in Chicago
But I'd never say who unless my name was Tanto
Yup, you know how the date rape go
'Cause we show
She got a .38 sittin in her purse
Cause my moms was the King County Jail nurse
So how in the hell could you tell Mix
That I never lived this, when you
that's clearer than Evian
Used to hit the radio them fagots ain't let me on
Until Khaled turned up the volume
Hit the club wit it come on homie they
Oh, it can't be G.O.O.D music my Grammy Family
Used to bump the demo up outta the Camry
Now I'm hoppin' out the limo or either the Lam be
But you
that you just don't understand 
The meanest mug in the club, don't make yo' ass the man 
Now if you want to be a fan then that's fine 
But all I
really far though
From El Segundo to Toronto
I once hit a girl up in Chicago
But I'd never say who unless my name was Tanto
Yup, you know how the date
that you just don't understand 
The meanest mug in the club, don't make yo' ass the man 
Now if you want to be a fan then that's fine 
But all I
is Watching"
I was back to giving props again and that was bothering
By this uncomfortable as a untouchable touching you
The theme songs that niggas
Now I ain't tryna be the greatest

I used to hate hip-hop... yup, because the women degraded

But Too $hort made me laugh, like a hypocrite I played
on, and the most hated
Hated by niggas with no hustle
Starin' at me in the club like I won't bust you
In the face with the spades, life is a card
?
Got a plaque but I'm living with my pop pop
So I got glock and a low jack
You kinda fast for that fella in class who used to draw
And never said
Uh, that's right
Uh, know what it is

I remember mix-tape exclusive, no-name producers
You wasn't hot till you sold by all boosters
Run up in
watching of "Streets is Watching"
I was back to giving props again and that was bothering
By this uncomfortable as a untouchable touching you
The theme
watching of "Streets is Watching"
I was back to giving props again and that was bothering
By this uncomfortable as a untouchable touching you
The theme
than Evian
Used to hit the radio them fagots ain't let me on
Until Khaled turned up the volume
Hit the club wit it come on homie they wildin'
Nas
Oh, it can't be G.O.O.D music my Grammy Family
Used to bump the demo up outta the Camry
Now I'm hoppin' out the limo or either the Lam B
But you
that's what you get for talkin' shit
Trick I drop you in the splunder
Cut you up like Jerry Springer biatch

Come, come who the fuck
They want some 
Niggas
love you nigga
She just used to you nigga, oh boy

I can't tell but I need to know just how you feel
I can't hold it inside I've got my pride so tell me
Father forgive us
Young, the archbishop, the Pope John Paul of y'all niggas
They way y'all all follow Jigga
Hov's a livin' legend and I'll tell you why
what I came to do
I got, to but I'm lookin' fo' a whole new crew
Who used to, doin' it the way I do
And if you're ugly I ain't fuckin' wit'chu
everything, she got a fool in love (fool)
Gave it up to me and gangsta after the club

If I was fucking you, I'd be pakin the piss
The horny weight dick
motherfucker on this floor
I got game, I got fame, I got cash, I got love
I got so many hoes, i’m bout to open a club
You got me, I got you, you got one, I