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back by the morning

I don’t rate that
Keep borrowing money you cant pay back 
I'll will take it an’ flip it to make more dough
Then I’ll do it again

Mom I love you
It's ya boy Lil B, actually it's your son
Brandon ya sonny you know ma
This for all the moms around
The world thank you
Hey mom I

fifth send you a boy
I work my wrist, I got a four
This ain't the draft, she said I'm chosen
Still ball like DeRozan
Headshot, shoutout cronem
We got

make these people pay me couldn’t play me with controllers boy dreams ain’t cast by sega I’m the alpha and omega when it to this creating I got flavor

up the bowl
I got my cooking from home
Frozen, I'm playing with snow
Saving the city. We gone
Passionate fit, had to work up. End of the week, I'ma

put that ass to work yea just like you unemployed
That ass so damn dysfunctional, bitch that's that shit I like

They all gonna tell you that I'm toxic

own rules
Y'all been faking beef
I can smell the tofu
Tell em Imma need a deal
So far gone I say what's real
I'm bringing you the pressure
Go and check

hey
You're a queen, and so you should be treated
The other ones jacked son, please tell 'em to beat it
Ripped Lee jeans gotta see it to believe it-
Man

And she said come and get some while it’s hot
Take a taste, tell me baby, do you like or not?
Yeah that’s spicy and new to tongue
Just don’t bite me,

a G-man 
They're Comin' for me unless I rebrand 
Better turn myself into a boy band
If I don't I might get poisoned by agent orange, hey
I'd rather have

Bro'll show you how to stretch it fast, no wrestlin' (let's go)
I can look at you and tell you ain't gettin' cake
Boy, we made it off the white girl like

I swear everyday a lesson when you skipping summer classes
A mindset that's hard not to carry when I head off to work
How the fuck rent's due

Kai Shek
Sometimes he gets a little rowdy 
Tells em all to go to heck
Everybody laughs and Mozart 
Plays a Robert Johnson song 
But this one asshole God

the noise
Saints of God, man, we be them boys
Out here doing the work of the LORD
Understand, man, we are employed
I really hope that you keeping up
I'm

to the lyrics Joe I never fronted
Screaming in this microphone like my lungs bionic
Some may ask me: "Where'd you get such a tight flow?"
I tell em: "From all

and demand; I'm The man to supply! Y'all like who came with this guy
Hell if I told you about how I'm surrounded
By potential it's essential drop everybody that

I been on my own all this time
When I get down, I get by
They ain’t know the goat be this guy
I ain’t know the top got this high
I got what they need

life
This shit work slow, it don't act right
I watch my life pass by
It's my favorite past time
Throw me to the side, I'm on standby
Why do I feel like

Like talking loud how they balling
Then the alpha boys get the call in
Thats results in another kickdoor
I get it though
Gotta grind Hard just to get by

but I'd tell you never mind them
Yo it's kinda funny with the boof-a
They saying what's newer I'm saying what's to ya
I got a meal ticket but it cost

on top of your head
I promise I'm not even mad, it's funny
You're makin' me laugh
I'm the Cheatham coach of rap and
I got 'em sprintin' infinite laps
Today

it herself
Blue line when i used to take the L
You lying i could tell by the smell
This slight work bitch get it & go
Don't approach me you ain't my

sandbagged, manhandled, panhandled
Been hijacked, ransacked, been busted by the ones I trusted
Oh boy I'm telling ya, you wouldn't believe my luck
I've got

the bag like he is but he's not going nowhere
Word to Blueface imma bleed 'em I hit that boy in his lip
Walk away like I don't care
He wasn't ready they say