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And Stallings be calling, eviction notes on the door

And Henry's full of shit too, I want everything new
Come lay these fucking bricks bitch, or come see what I

rain drops
Bape zippy hit for eight fifty these hoes cost a check
Imma have to toss this bitch out if she ain't tossing neck
Dame Skrillard score with my

the sprinklers here to there
In-ground systems cost too much
Tiny blades, tiny blades
The hoes I have are nice and dirty
But never seen with bees and birdies
Tiny

the plastic she been suckin' too much cough
Yeah I test her off ho so she can give up the drop

Spin it back to back you know this ain't me tellin' us to stop

and the youngins in Gander Hill
Asked him how the OG was rockin', coachin' like Phil

MJ final shot, fourth quarter, I shoot the kill
My man Mail got stopped by

'round
One day you 'gon see how much you needed me, it's lonely now
Better be on your P's and cue excuses you gon' show me now
Too much on your plate, you

with Donald Trump (oh)
I don't take nothin' too personal, play 50 Cent, I'ma Kurtis Blow
Gold grill and a greasy 'fro, no peace to the PDO

I like

cried
Go home, little boys, get off the court
It's a big man's game, you're much too short
Too short, my foot, that's just your way
Of saying you're

You don't gotta fake it with me
(With me)
Yeah you can keep it two times fifty
(Fifty)
I'm falling down bae can you lift me
Just like the weed

from the E , So I hope that you can swim this wave
I swear to God, I haven't seen some better days
Not a night gone by that I have never prayed
always

look at me
(Schools for fools look at me)
Just a boy filled with so much glee, look at him he's so free (am I?)
But all I see was a child locked down by

the game ain't the same
You might die young
By barely using your brain

Domesticated niggas
Only know one job
They listen to 50 Cent
And think they know how

never hate it's too much paper to make look
One of a kind I'm ahead of my time bitch
Just listen to the rhymes the best rapper unsigned bitch
Them n****

a week (na-na-na)
He kicks my ass so much, that filthy white inbred (na-na-na)

I've made mistakes by looking in the wrong window
Her dad is big

Voyeur

blink-182

Dude Ranch

1997

a week (na-na-na)
He kicks my ass so much, that filthy white inbred (na-na-na)

I've made mistakes by looking in the wrong window
Her dad is big

too fuckin much, if you start to doubt
they already in yo mind, and comin' out yo mouth
Its not a trick, nigga, it's a trap
Survival of the fit, is what

I'm smoking
You think we compare
Please that had me choking
Laughed so much I almost fell out my damn chair
Watch the throne
Got here by staying driven

stare too much
These hoes care too much
These hoes get in the mirror and comb they hair too much
These hoes thin they slick
These hoes'll fuck yo friend

Cent, Wayne, Ye, Pharrell for real I ain't ever seen this many legends on a list boy 
& in the late 2000's the rapper that was talking the hardest was

never too much paper (hell nah, Glizzock)
I got like fifty bitches, none of 'em gettin' saved (uh-uh)
I started on the block, now I'm up on the stage

seems I got less for this bullshit
I might've just got famous
But the changes that it came with got way too much bullshit
What's strange is they say that

Four fifty-five, I drive by doin' a hundred
And I stay blunted
'Cause I do what I need
And that's the reason that they love me
'Cause I've been

the clique
Big roll, broke a thumb tryna count this shit

See a red light and run through
It like it's San Andreas
So much shit in the Ksubi jeans
I think my

We are nothing
Nil Bodies swinging
You are nothing
You are nothing
Have you seen it
Have you seen it
Have you seen it
Have you seen it
Have you seen