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gifted by The Lord.

Oh, we've got to make some money;
God don't give a fuck about us,
Solve it on our own.

Take it in your own hands,
Wash them in

you think you already know
Think about it...give you new ways to just think about it
To my place she said think about it
With you by my side, you show

T***
You're talking with the neighbors My team full of shooters like the Lakers
I'm on top, call me Canna, I'm no faker
Better run little man, you're in

Chance
I get it all in advance
My Pockets swell up my pants
Uh
I'm starting to feel like the man
Got the world right on my hands
I'm landing on beautiful

proving
Praying meaning and money wasn't so elusive
I love my polished little community of selves
Couple of dirt bags would be nice just to give them hell

day
An old man says can't you smile for me
If you never been late
To pay your rent 
If you never been fed 
By the government 
If you never had to give

you up like the Russian
And give your ass a concussion, empty the clip, play percussion
She givin' thanks for the stuffin', so much better than her man

Jea ya know what it is ya know what  time it is man
Just let me know when to go I'm still in robot mode Baby

No parking, I just need a lot I just

Feel like the man, She want a 10
Do what I want and you do what you can 
Moving in silence that cant see my plan
Open my wallet that's multiple bands

keeping it real
I'm the king of tmi
Your ass cap, I'm bmi
Mankind is wicked imagery
Sinners considered little kings
Infants up in His infantry
Tricking me,

put right between your eyes
Got em bugging out my jinkies, I put on a new disguise
All rise, the bailiff grabbed me by the hands and led me to my cell

on this track
Shoot a Gompy Ghost at you it'll give some knockback
I got slowed by Freiya, that's just super wack
Pull the Paint Blaster out, shoot you

now we gon take it further,
Clock won't slow down so I'm feeling way more determined,
God guide my hands so my work makes my life worth it
Day by day I

the loaf
Then pay off the popo with skittles E and dope
Then I riddle to the middle man hanging from a rope
Fiddle diddle little ones and then their bodies

And honor you and please you
Just grab my hand
Say my name over and over again
Lovin' every little second
Ooh baby you're my
Ooh baby you're my heaven

minus 6, that little bitch got her hands on my dick
She ain't even ask, she just reached in
Imagine if that was me creepin'

T-L-C, no singin'
I'm brand

a little lost in your eyes
By that time the window is closed and we're on the floor

Now I'm holdin' you again
But you're calling me your friend

Now It

(Hey, yeah-yeah)
Shit's no fair, I was yo' mans
I want the world but still gave you my hand
You want a plan, I gave you a chance
Yo' interest, my

First glance you walked in the bar that I'm at 
Holding hands with another man
You come to me, you say what's up baby how you been 
I've been

There's something about the way you act
With that pretty brown hair, trace it down your back
My hands around your waist, yours around my neck
With my

wanted
I'd win and then put it in a song to flaunt it
Sir you were the only contestant
Shut it

Ooh it's a little bit late my darling
Won't ya
Give me

Ya it's your boi CP and I'm just tryna spread a little love ya know because it's hard sometimes
I want someone to take all the love I have to give

Keep me runnin runnin on empty
Give me more though I got plenty
I'm an important man
Dontcha see where I stand
I'm a sight to see I got bionic knees

They gon get shot like brrrrt, like that
Ouuu
Better DUCK, motherfuckers better DUCK
When they see me rolling by Too Turnt Savage in the truck
Ayyy
Duck,