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don’t gotta tell 'em wassup with me, I don’t need no more company
Fuck a nigga I don’t need nobody (Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh)
Fuck a nigga I don’t need

stood the test of time
That was fifth fuckin' grade but he from Red Deer so that boy already ready for a fade
He told me stories about his homies and how

When the boy was young you could plainly 
Tell that his skin was pale and his hair was red
Got a little older and he got a little weirder

but they still standing
By the grace of god I ain't get it that's from my mama praying
Been out of work for a couple months now the pressures on
Issa

Thinking bout my past boy I did some shit
Flip some shit and hit some licks
I was always in the mix
Put in work from 9-6
Cuz 6-9 I'm with yo bitch

didn't get through on my own
With a fake smile, for this fake world
Had to get by, had to make it work
They don't see the weight on my shoulders
They just

Another year goes by 
But a lot stay the same 
Still putting in the work 
Still playin’ in the game 
Middle of the shit tryna make a name 
But I just

better tell yah man back up,
Before I kill him,
They gone put a sheet on his head,
Before they seal him,
The next day,
Ima go shoppin’ and get some denim,

my life
Yeah / Im still alive
And you gunna play by my rules
Been a high guy
Up in high times
I ain't smokin dope
For a health boost
All I know 
Is

Bro just called, say he got a new jwet, uh
That boy glisten fuckin' BOA up
(What's the word, C4?)

Police hop behind us, ain't no pressure
Switch

by at stop ima catch me that boy make his moms cry
Five Shot they ain't shoot nigga sum died if you fuck wit the opps leave em hog tied
Stay fly ain't

with the team
This brand ain't just for show, you just got to see the dream
Big Boy pockets rent will leave them bitches clean
I'm just tryna get my

me either - but I
can't can't can't - can't say “me as well!”
Or or or, or "I understand" -
They're words that I live by - I don't open up!
Don't try

for the free I just tell em no
Whatever I'm making I get it I flip it
Invest it then give it right back to the church
I gotta tithe and you know that I

a lot to stick brick by brick
Laying it down bit like Will Smith
Floodgates have opеned better bе ready
I'm on the mic seatbelts steady
200 miles per hour

cannot accept
But at getting rid of them I seem inept
If I can't accept them shouldn't they be a part of my past?
How do they last?
I say I want 'em behind

Workin hard 24 so know who i do it for
They just dont see me that often now its cause im doin mo
You can tell by the way i dress by the way i spit
This is

Let me start it off by saying that ain't nobody fucking with me
I was born a king
Like ti son
Up before the sun every morning
Cause they say

it, big boy diamonds
Make ya bitch go Jack Nicholson crazy
It must be the shining, shit too blinding
But no matter the circumstances you gon see me work

that money keep on chasing till I got enough
Twenty in each pocket, forty racks stuffed in my purple jeans
I'ma get this chicken till I die and that's by

ownership and the 2nd amendment. There really is a double standard and the double standard is defined by race.

It's NIC McG and MISSISSIPPI; two paranoid

And Make Em Listen To The Shit That I Been Dying To Tell
About The Story Of A Rapper Who Resurfaced
The Story About His RESURGENCE

And I'll say it on this beat (Beat)
We got time today
Once we find your people
We gon cap em then we celebrate
Yeah
I'm working up my way to be a rockstar

1,2,3 start whiling
1,2,3 start dialing tell the boys in blue about it
We move up out it, catch us out in a new apartment
Medusa saw me, turn to stone