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(When I go up in the sto' a nigga never get enough)
I'm a baller and if you want it come and get it now
(Nigga come to a race with a car you
And Wu Tang forever was never a jam
But I came to bring the pain, Method Man
And one love to big homie Scram
It's all in my plans
And I need a trap Madonna
I'm All Caps and you lower casin'
There's no mistakin it that N0v Amazin
Breaking in like a home invasion
Had a Buncha problems with my motivation
thinkin the impact would come back to me
Now I'm the son, and I know you're my reflection
Let me give you love and my protection
Proper
a cementary
Ill do mine with sean
Come home sit in the thrown
With my legs crossed
And my air force
Middle finget rough
Fuck the world
Cause I'm felling
with these sorta pockets
It's four o'clock in the morning
I'm more than novice
My journal is really pandora's box or a portal
A door to Valhalla, you're
back to back with 'em (Back to back)
And I'm sittin' on chrome seven times platinum
[Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks]
This is for my peeps, with
what you call it
But I'm only getting started
I was born and raised by a king and a queen
Papa immigrated all the way overseas
Mama said never let em'
a still transport with my man on the Peter Pan
Get there and bury the bricks in the sand
They think I want a tan, I'm sittin' on a hundred grand
So I can
Nigga, where the dollas at?
I be pimpin' off you limits
In the club with no fingers
With no car to drive in, or no money to give up
I'm tryna see
even like
Damn this fly
Pawn trees in yard way up high
With big ass toys and big ass
Dogs
Big ass garage for my cars and yours
To have this lifestyle
of brilliance injected in my veins
Everyday watching the insane hollow headed membranes
Reminds me I'm a fucking league ahead with this steady dose of brilliance
on my mission
I'm hopping yard to yard
Crawling bush to bush
Hiding underneath car to car
And now three hours later and about 2 miles down the road
I'm in
an unconditional spiritual individual miracle and she's filling up my heart with love because, she's my girl, she's my world, she's everything in the bag to be
with my poems, I’m Q with the juice
And I come from a black woman for show, for show
If you come from a black woman let everybody know
From my sister
Corner Pub fries
Vital to the rivals cause they love to see my tide
Tired of the bullshit, you see it in my eyes
Steps to giving no fucks, you know I'm
on the southside
Talkin' 'bout some fly ish, watchin' cars drive by
I see this chick in my rear view
Gotta see what she's 'bout, locked eyes in pursuit
Look girl, I
hoe's a sheep, and I'm her shepherd (Round 'em up)
I'mma make her my wife like she's from Stepford
I only dip my Oreos in two-percent milk (Soft)
I got
a my team
Se dat me de pan level vibes so chatting this I'm the queen
Why don't you shake a leg why don't you rock and come in
Don't bother
Fresh philly, with the line that rashad cut
Bought cars for my team now we all up
Get out of line with my team and we all bust
Cutting up bad, thumbin
I'm a mascot for the dreaded truth
Locks all in my head, ain't no chain that I hang from
But He hang from where I came from, that's death
Guess what,
blinded
Hennessy got me feelin' bad, time to stop drinkin'
Rollin' in my drop-top Jag, what's that cops thinkin'?
Sittin' in my car, watch the stars
right and trouble on my other hand
Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in
And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man
A simple dude who can exude
ninas
One shotgun the other one's by the penis
Only balls come between us
There's a million fish in the water
And i'm workin' the waves
Man my G will make
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