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tripping
I ain't slipping
I rap now I ain't tricking
I don't care if she pretty hoe
And I got Diddy dough
And I done had every bad bitch in the city
Yo and I

to five
Before a lousy job in shipping
Becomes my entire life
Finally writing songs again
And reconnecting with old friends
Life's pretty good
Are we

Allowing white supremacist mothafuckas to shape us "good God"
All we wanted was a good car
Wit some kicks and a pretty chick to be considered a hood star

I'm wise
Nah I'm kidding I put vocab together to get by

Thoughts fly I'm not high I ran out of sense
I scramble words like eggs and I don't care if

you and I
We took our time
Cuz I still remember
The snowflakes on your hand
And the way your eyes gleamed
By the suns subtle glow
But it didn't matter

girls so groovy well I can tell by her boots
And she leans against the bar top with that hot shit attitude
Oh man, well I can tell there’d be some hell if

Real niggas know the real Bey
Get rich until they kill Bey
Even then they still will feel Bey
Strip Club on a Wednesday 
Know the pretty boy been paid

Yeah
Rest In Peace, Kobe
Legends never die
Man, it sucks we can't live forever
But shit
It's pretty cool we can leave a legacy, though
You know
I

how delayed it is
Try to give all my attention when I can and sometimes get frustrated
And then when the gears go a mile a minute
Try to calm myself by

Pretty boy flow put this face on a runway
I’m spitting more verses than a Christian on a Sunday
Ticket to the top baby you know it’s a one way

tell
That motherfuckin album drop
Yeah bitch
Imma be on worldstar
That mean more cars
Might meet more stars
Better influences
Cant let this lifestyle

the two after bro
Multiply it all by ten to twenty three you got a mole

Yeah that's a mole, yeah that's a mole 
Six times ten to the twenty third aye let's

a longbow
Drew it back with a real ass arrow
Told this kid he'd put it through his bone marrow
Dead serious eyes all narrowed
I was pretty scared so my

your
Allowance on albums, we're back in the 90s
When I was a four or a five year old crying
Nowhere in my mind would you find a desire to
Rhyme in

My happy state in the void
I miss the times when I was hella captivated by joy, yeah
And they pray that im sick and my throat dry
Cus i stay on their

through
But you don't know nothing about life like that you fake gang so you
Talk shit on the internet
Acting like a kitty cat
Pussy in a pretty hat
Be in

the needle sway
At least I made them stop and listen
I done got the vision y'all are in my sights
Competent composition songs are written by
Me in the top

of the city I’m pretty high
I’m sky scraping, surrounded by all of these pretty lights
My breathing is fucking tweaking, I’m wheezing I’m really hype
Warm tears

Things change
Things change
Pretty crazy looking back
New things
New things
Really went and bought a bag
New place
New place
Out in Veg
Put the city

through
But youon know nothing about life like
That you fake gang so you

Talk shit on the internet
Acting like a kitty cat
Pussy in a pretty hat
Be

Made by Egyptian civilians
From the future
From the future
Or maybe so long ago that we can't remember
I can't remember, no no
Yeah, you're not going

Caesar, sprinkling some tomatoes, yeah
I like my choice in wine, fine with a bitter taste
I keep a 5'9", little dime with a pretty face
Only on my Bae Day,

times I don't hate
Just smoking by the lake
Now I'm better but I'm baked
Chance to go back wouldn't take (hhh)
Now I'm sipping on my lean
Now I'm smoking

my drip ya I'm fly wit it
Ya ya
I'm going up in my city
Go and tell Lani that she looking pretty
I go and I make and I make and I bring it
Pop up wit