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the life is really hard on a boy word to GOD
Yo I tell em I'm the best but I'm broker than Assad
but 
When I think about it there's no need for me to SOB
Cos

Shoulda knew you was gon tell cause you can’t keep shit confidential
So much on my mental
Killin instrumentals
I do this for my dawgs eating noodles with

by the way that I be thughin and you looking at me wrong better watch how you mean muggin popped em in his lip he couldn’t shut the fuck up sippin all

(kiss me through the phone)
See you when I get home (when I get home)
Baby, I know that you like me, you my future wifey
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, yeah
You can

boys that's OverEast
They might tell on me
You a shooter and a rat
Why you tryna put that cell on me?
Fuckin' with that voodoo
Told my auntie put that

the greatest
Call up Soulja Boy tell 'em that we made it

We Ready 2000

Pastor Troy

Pastor Troy for President

2000

got a nigga bout to self-destruct
Better tell them niggas I don't give a fuck
I make money, nigga money doesn't make me
Guess that's why all these weak

splatter
Boy, I feel like Lil Uzi
How it do not matter
Uh, speakers got louder
I'm pulling up crank in em
You got em issue, ain't no tissue
People abundant

every night just passing by
Might fuck around and fuckin die anytime
I'm feelin fine I'm tellin lies straight to your eyes
Jason Statham off the crank I'm

want my position they jealous fr cus they see that I'm Winning
My denim and linen it say true religion
A glizzy is in em that's just how I'm living

This

a clock,time a tell, this nati boy live as hell like Channel 5,9,and 12, met a that behind the shell, she told me I was fine as hell, pulled off on my bike she

a fun nigga, tell me what you into
Guaranteed good time with this ninja
So good that they call me Master Splinter
Chop chop, hurry up
Take a lump, do

They say pressure make Diamonds
Why you folding?
This wasn't by chance
I knew that I was chosen
Don't wait too long
Watch the door
Yeah it's closing

not to get mad at the trees
Tell em all not to get mad at the leaves
Let's get mad at the idiots that planted the seeds
When it come to mixtapes
I'm

not to get mad at the trees
Tell em all not to get mad at the leaves
Let's get mad at the idiots that planted the seeds
When it come to mixtapes
I'm

not to get mad at the trees
Tell em all not to get mad at the leaves
Let's get mad at the idiots that planted the seeds
When it come to mixtapes
I'm

want Madman making a M
Don't want me to ever meet Em
Don't wanna compare me to Rakim
Or say I'm the greatest, you know that I is
Boy quit playing you

got all these bitches pouting nowww
And her mans be getting vexed
When he ain't even really bout it better tell that boy to calm it down
Cause I'm cut

Shinra Tensei bitch you feeling my pain
My boy a Soulja hit you with that Drake
Put that chrome to his dome and then split up his brain
Pull up to yo block

boy hold the metal
By the scars on his face, I could tell he know the ghetto (huh)
Where we both tryna get to, it ain't coincidental
His is

a mixtape

Pollution I smell that in the breeze
But let's try not to get mad at the trees
Tell ‘em all not to get mad at the leaves
Let's get mad

ain't no other
Trini-born black like Nia Long's grandmother
Tip and Sha they all that, Phife-Dawg ditto
Honey tell your man to chill, or else you'll be

the fact I'm a talent like Soulja-boy is first in everything on the socials, my shit is global
"Smokey is bad" I got rap on my shoulders, time passes by

Soulja Boy Tell 'Em bK
Yeah ha, ha, ha
Bitch

Brap, brap, brap, brap
Brap, brap, them choppas
Shawty on tip because she is a bopper
She fucked