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talking 
Telling me what I gotta do
But they can keep walking
I don't want to hear from you
They saying Gunna you gotta chose 
My happiness or their

in the wallow
In the mud
Like you don't give a fuck but you do
Yeah in the dirt
God made dirt
So a little dirt never hurt
Just the end to the curse

you rest in the wallow
In the mud 
Like you don't give a fuck but you do
Yeah in the dirt
God made dirt 
So a little dirt never hurt 
Just the end

straight
Who? Good afternoon
I'm dancing on the street
Some dude drives by me he yells
"What the fuck are you doing bro?
You look like a fucking idiot"
I

standing here all by myself
Doing my best yeah I'm talking less
Not tryna say something to offend you baby
Hand upon my knees
And I'm begging you to please

like chill with the strangling
Tell me, should I hit a nigga block or hit the range, man

AK-74u on me Yeah, this bitch a baby Drac
And if I ever shoot

think I'm feeling fine
Something happens to change my mind
Left me asking why
I can't escape you in my life
I always say I'm doing fine
(Can't get you out

me of Darko
Not talking bout Meechie
Addicted to you, so I feel like Avicci
The state with the peaches trees
Is where I be dreaming to go
It takes one

You lie to me without saying nothing false
She gets money I get what I want
She's made up her mind on you
She pours champagne on my floor
By

vodka on my top
Let your friends know
You’re with me for the night
Shawty we can chill catch flight
All tryna do is have fun clear my mind
I already

in my ear, what's there to talk about?
I might tell you that I need you but I'm crashing out
Make me feel like I'm Nick Cannon way she wildin out
She

do low self-esteem
I don't do the toxic shit, you phony, you can't fuck with me
I been on a mission getting rich until it's 20 M's
I don't do

on a mission lookin for the one im tryna find
but i get caught living life by the rhyme
living life on the grind
living like I, be 20-something on my birthday

know
What is it that makes you tick?
What is it that makes you glow?
I'm not about this small talk and she's too intelligent to let that go
So talk to me

tasteless 

I make shit amazing 
Like this gas  I’m blazing

By myself, so I’m facing
And it got me spacing

So give me some space
Just a few days

Do you

Haze in my veins gets me lazy all night
I got three wheels so I built myself a trike
Shorty what will you do, for a Klondike
Silky smooth words, please

But please tell me something I don't know
In case you forgot
I'm just tryna go rags to riches
I took the winter off, homie
Now I'm back in business

Conversations
I don't need no (I don't need it)
Conversations
These words don't mean nothing
Ey
Can't amount to something
Ey
If you don't do the work
You are just

And they mad about it
Now they wanna talk bad about me You pussy niggas can kiss my ass
Then kicked rocks
And be glad without me
I lost it all now I'm back

berries
Know what I'm talking about
All this bullshit, hating and shit

Acting like you want to do something, nigga
You ain't ready about me, mane fuck

The Golden child here it's rare to find
Pulling out your script from your rear behind
So you can sit by and specifically define
All of your thoughts,

Heads Up

Birdman

Birdman

2002

ya made something

[Baby]
Move, move out nigga
They coming through (what about the traffic daddy?)
Nigga, fuck you!
Heads up you know what to do

was something you could do or say
Make me wanna change my mind and stay
We never did much talking anyway
But don't think twice, it's alright

There

Don't love my bitch nigga (Uh)
You can have that bitch (Uh)
You gotta a K nigga? (Uh)
I can do this all day, I pulled up in the all grey
The money talking