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And he ain't checked the time on his wrist

He probably somewhere lying to a chick

Talkin' 'bout he rich, no, it ain't right

How he gonna' leave my big

Think it's time that I present to y'all
The human experience it's a classic album
Just to prove I'm a lyricist
Shit ain't for the faint of heart

mine
Is so hard to come by
Yeah all of these niggas
They doin too much
They say they dog cause
They pockets is rough
I pop my shit and
I will not get

there's something I feel strongly about,
Then I'll discuss it,
And if I only make one album before I kick the bucket?
I'll hold that album to my heart in my

Alhamdulillah

Too Phat

360° [Platinum Edition]

how rich and big you are
It's still Allahuakbar...

[Chorus]
Ult li albi bissaraha (I'm opening up my heart with honesty)
Hayya nab'idil karaha

and a pipe
Or a bike and a spinner, a weapon and some transport, for my little nigga
Posted Destiny up on her b-day, and got blocked by bare silly hoes
But

I'm saved by the trades and I can make some
Oops I didn't get 5 D's on my JC
On my knees like JC homelessness like "hey B!"
Hindsight will show you when

Oh my god i know this bitch is not posting pictures with my nigga on IG 

This hoe got me fucked up 



Hello you talking to a rich bitch 

You

big
What's a weight manage
I grew up on bologna and mustard
I don't want no sandwich
Only a delusional mind will think this just talent
God circled my

so significant, he probably study my lyrics and copy and paste
Took her out eat by the water, it's the Caribbean, nigga it's the ocean not lake
My

or two - he's pretty good at that

Go Boris - poor rich boy Boris
Go Boris - poor out of touch Boris

Boris where are the big trade deals that you promised

feel like Screech
I'm saved by the bell
I feel like LL before the ladies love James
My uncle told me that this pimp shit a cold game
Use your codename

Let me start by saying I don't roll
I rolls Gs
Straight outa Oz
I smoked 3
I rolled 4
I saved one just for yo bitch
She smoke a blunt she smoke

Ready for War

The LOX

Opposite of H2O

2000

they ass, start feedin' 'em swine
So I don't feel bad when I gut 'em like a pig
Beat him down, stomp him out, cut him like he big
You hear

before I won it all, I was gonna bin it
Have a little faith, listen to your spirit

Yeah, hanging onto this like Mike on a hoop
Unaffected by radiation

bitch-ass brudda
Sat at home, complaining 'bout a rich-ass brudda
I need my people making mills, you know, big-ass dinners
Black women in high places,

hand her a hunnid (What's that)
That's not enough to get a
Bra outta Banana Republic (Broke nigga)

Say, big nuts and a bigger heart
You a scrub in these

Monsieur Nègre, Russel Jones, and Ghandi
I could use light to beam words outta the atmosphere
I was raised by B.I.G., so no lil' rappers dare
We weeded out

Yeah, yeah

Why you always by the rim, but you not scorin'?
I got thunder in the spliff, sound like God snorin'
We gon' take off in a bit, but

man
Talk that shit go walk on a hike man
Talk that shit get slept by the gang
Big Exl now remember the name
Got that fire ima take it and aim
Lyrical

Ladies and Gentlemen
You're welcome to the Bad Boys Album
By the one and only Undisputed Manager
With the vibes machine
Pan pate to the world
Omo la

Uh, I thank the Lord for my mother
Too young to understand but why every summer
She ain't want me outside when it was hot, boy
Influenced by

that I did
But I ain't livin rich, I ain't cop me no big chain
Never knew you'd have such disdain for the kid, yuh
Suddenly you avoidin friends
Disappear

big moves, Draymond Greene
I'm still a humbled dude tryna find my way
It's my grand rising, I'm coming forth by day
Barely rest at night, all I got is