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the finest by design, yuh
Close your eyes
Let me paint a thousand pictures
For you one word at a time, yuh

I was in love at least it felt like I was
I done

you mean I’m always rappin at the kickback
Been doing this for years nigga how did you really miss that
Never round hater Im surrounded by only fans
I’m

Running circles round these dudes any day now.
Pour the fifth man Im winning everyday in life. 
Live to tell it so I think Im doing something right. 
I aint

This shit too easy for me

Young forever
You’re pushing 30
I’m in my twenties 
I’m stacking it up 
& I’m doing you dirty 
Word to my mama
Taught me

with niggas pull up like the klan
Yo baby mama love my music she my biggest fan. 
Ik some real killers doing time in the can
I still hate them boys for

choosing 

She want me but love you these bitches confusing 



I assume you trying to fuck by the way you swooped in 

Baby if you ain’t trying to fuck Tell

what the fuck you’re doing
Getting paid so well indeed
Close your eyes close them
Close your ears close them
Shut your mouth shut it
One last time

dinner..
(Smoke alarm)
Going to the moon with worst siners..

Doing what was needed just to get by..
(We can do this man) 
Tryna Slide through week, I’m

You think it would be different this time around?
You think you can walk out and just come back around?
Well baby I’ve been doing everything just

off a cliff
Knowing that my niggas got me fall back
If I fall they'll catch me
And that's why we Doing Drugs
We going 80's crazy i'm wavy baby
I'm savvy

on silent mode
In my element you know it's my comfort zone

Every time I'm on the mic it's a different dose
And I'm hungry for the scene so I'm doing the most

Written by Kevin Tyler Deane (Deane)

I see no evil. Money the root
But I got a thing for forbidden fruit
Yeah I got a thing for forbidden fruit
Yeah

you know
I’m on the road
doing Fastlane on your lips to taste 
what’s on below
I hear your love
we all between the lounges
there’s no time to go to bed

willing to drive a thousand miles just to see your beautiful smile, Im willing to waste my time just to see the shine in your eyes, I won't regret of doing

higher elevation
Bitch goin harder than a bitch
Toss that hoe, Iron Maiden
Life death times two
Set the fucken foundation
Data mix it wit the swag
Call

sleep like a baby then get to
The money the second I wake
Even my girl know that I
Don't mean fucking when
I tell her I'm tryna get me some cake
Snapping

I don't need a girl I'm doing fine by myself
Rolling up my weed, only thinking about my wealth 
Running up the checks, only thinking about myself

by 
I’m feeling like we’re wasting 
All this time Im saying 

I don’t got no body 
I’m a bad boy I’m just warning you 
I just want your body 
All these

a fuck about none of ya gold 

And ya mans getting hit w the chrome 



 Niggas bark 
Like a bitch 
I’m not wittit 
Hit a lick by myself 


Taking ya jewlz

or is gonna go through this is that I ain't quit
I went through every emotion, I went through every emotion
With trying to pursue what I'm doing you know

Chris brown I take you down 
You all up in my head 
You just up in my bed 
Now baby what you doing 
Can we keep it grooving 
Snap your fingers and let’s

for this shit/
You gotta be smart enough to pick up the information as you go/
Now the crazy shit is niggaz will look like you doing something wrong/

between my legs 
But you still handle it roughly 
You handle roughly 

Verse 2

No glam or glitz
Throw some real in the mix 
Ya time up like a clock that no

play that record by the DOC.
“ No one can do it Better “, baby Only T.H.C.
Practice makes Perfect so I Practice 
Everyday I Breathe
Sum don’t want to see