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of running games
And you tired of these lames
You got me singing in the rain
Girl I miss youuu
But I know you feel the same
And I know that ain't gon change

flood my neck and my wrist
We shooting for the top and you know we don't miss
I'm listening to Sold Out Dates this a hit
Ain't no reason why you should

don't fuck, that's for free
Girl you looking like the kings of kings, godbody, you deserve a ring
You, almighty, I can tell by the way you dance, that you

that I was coming on strong
But she's my Billie Joe and I'm her cdrienne crmstrong
I'm a Boston fan at a Yankee game
cnd I'd never even think to hang my

rhymin' for fun right through the sun
'Cause as soon as that moon was up was as soon as y'all brushed your teeth to go to sleep
I was up
Soon as y'all woke

Yeah

Guess I gotta do the dirty work until I'm filthy rich
I repent for the sins that I will commit
Got a stick, it tend to stammer and the clip

I ain't the same nigga that you use to know
My talents still irrefutable
Me and this game too suitable
Like hot sauce and a noodle bowl
I make it hot

for ransom (bitch, bah, bah)
I just bought a Wraith (Wraith), I just bought a Phantom (gang) 
That bitch wan' get in the back of the 'Lac and she

step but
Slippery wet
Too dry for the Vette
She like wet n wild
Her money lay in piles
Across the backseat
I see her every fleet
On my metro
Stare down

The Man

Omar

The Man

2013

thing she does
And she holding go down
Makes my imagining shoot us
Makes me for quite the man
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
There's nothing that

When I was sleepin' on the train
Sleepin' on Meserole Ave out in the rain
Without even a single slice of pizza to my name
Too proud to beg for

I got the streets on lock
I'm good with the flow
I can sweep and mop
Won't catch me at the bottom meet me at the top
For the fam ima go like I ain't

man I feel static
Eastside nigga
Zone 6 nigga
Caught a nigga slippin'
He was bitchin
Caught the hiccups

At it too long
Ain't no way for me to give up
I

it was written
This bigger than me, this is bigger than you
God is working miracles he did it for me, he can do it for you
I ain’t too religious but I

ain't frightening
I'm right where I wanna be
By myself no ones calling me
All alone but not too lonely
But i saw the brodie
Hear my voice on his speaker

Yeah
Yeah
Slide on that bitch like spaghetti
Bro put me on to the fetti
Now the money coming heavy
Hit my plays out her house if she let me
I just

I'm on my Brody
Coming for mines, it's da respect that Dey owed me
Solidified... wit my legacy homie
Grand Champs, Only pedigree Cronies
Only real,

the hood
I feed my cousins and cousins too
Therapy for all the trauma too
S65 for the Benz coupe
I plied my trade now I fucking hoop
FW'99
What a time for

What makes you better?..
What makes you so good for me?
Heard you like emotional pleasure, I think maybe I should wait & see.
There's a spot in the back

racks for a plain tee
Little bro said he don't know what to do with that dog, man, bring it to me
Mir got a jag with the red guts, he facetimed me flying

hella anticipated
Glad you waited

I'm back from the future
With a cure for your pain

110% sure we ain't same
In the game ima suture

Instead

don’t posses
The drive to keep trying
Why keep fighting
In the end it’ll be me dinning
By myself
So I keep writing
Inviting someone to reach out
Too much

control?

You talk to me in French
Should kiss me that way too
Say you've never seen me like this
Good to see me letting loose
And I'm having a sulk

Until then I'm on demon time with all these hoes
I blame my baby mommas all drama turn me cold
I blame my mamma she ain't hug me too busy working no
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