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the world
And I leave other MCs below
If you ain't heard of me, hello
Keep up stop moving slow
Boy wanna know what Boy Better Know means
For you to find out
Whachu goin' back?
Back up under the attack
Wanna see the path
Blocked off from it by the ad
They can't touch it, boy
They can't touch it, boy
They
Yeah that's the price up on that
Twerk so If you lost mine
Watch what you say out your
Mouth while you online
‘Cause them fed boys lock you for a long
the wickedest ting
Nike boot to your flex, the wickedest ting
Big money man' earn, the wickedest ting
Them boys aren't ready for
The wickedest ting
It's no long
to clarify the fact that the boy is back! Oh!

Slick as I wanna be born to be hustler 
Gonna be rich till I'm gone
Gonna keep spittin' this shit for
Fellas at the backdoor, girls by the bedroom
The name is Play, don't dare play me cheap
The microphone is a broom and I'ma sweep ya
Off your feet with
nothing, then what the fuck is getting even?
Just an odd man out, another duck in season
What's yours is yours, what's mines is mines
It seems as simple
their mouths, that's why they keep on dying
Like' nigga, you know I know that my life is grand theft auto
Spent like 20 times, you spent how many exactly,
choice
Baby I’m I broken boy, I broke my toys

For the ones that fall inside that drink
From a broken boy to a broken heart, tell me what you think
In this
drank, candy paint, them Texas boys started that
Hate and I put one between your numbers like a quarterback!

My paint is like, damn! Know what I'm
Strikin' em out like I'm throwing out pitches
Rags to riches, mountains from ditches
Time to put on in my big boy britches
Get 'em all hooked no spells no
Damn, I just spent a hundred grand
Them fuck niggas don't understand
You ain't gettin' money, what's your plan
I'm feelin' like the fuckin' man
arrived at the world famous Albuquerque Holiday Inn
Where the towels are oh so fluffy
And you can eat your soup right out of the ashtrays if you wanna
Stop with the cap
This shit is just getting embarrassing boy
I'm all in my bag and I'm in it for the marathon boy
It falls in my lap
This natural
license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your part or parallel park your ego next to me and violence
Next to me is
down
With a pistol on me and a half a brick
And 'Ye bla-blabbing about Sandra Bland
Listen, boy, your challenge with the running man
I was challenged
fist fights to drive bys

I be out there late night and I'm might die

So when I'm gone say goodbye to that white guy

I dedicate this to the hags
Before you advertise
All the fame is implied
With no fortune unseen
Sell the rights
To your blight
Time-machine

While I'm dulled by excess
And a cynic
Mark Spitz'n
Jersey ooh-wee with the matchin' New Era fitted
White boys say my style is bitchin'
Keepin' coke in the kitchen
Keep a Glock that will
Land

Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles (Monte Carlo)
I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles (Cartier bangles)
I go military boys with
on your mind for real
I heard you trying to sing, do wanna sign a deal?
You wanna fall back, just take your time and chill
I be out in New Orleans like
And if the world was yours to do over, I know you'd paint a better place to live
Where the colours would swirl and the boys and girls can grow in peace
is the cost, uh, yeah
Regular cost, uh, yeah
Working at Costco, uh, yeah
Shopping at Ross, uh, no
I wanna ball, uh, yeah
Right 'til I fall, uh,
on freeze
Baby pay attention please, I'm more coordinated then a dance team
Its my turn, my turn like advance green
My true religion is money, check out

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