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and call him "Gopher Boy".
One Day, a bully by the name of Big Roy, started throwing bananas at him,
Soon a crowd of kids were all throwing bananas.
I'm learning to live without you now
But I miss you, baby
The more I now, the less I understand
All the things I thought I'd figured out
I have
Cuz I need me that bag and I need me them keys
Young trey big boy now he AP
Used to wanna cop the rollie I was only sixteen
now every day we
I'd not a pair of bridges nor a shirt to my name
I couldn't go to school or out of doors to play
And all the other little boys passed our way
Son
the less cause Im still blessed nigga
Dont give a damn about the next nigga
The sun gone shine by itself nigga
Thats why ion need nobody else nigga shit
Ion
To all the men woman kids Little boys and girls
I am sending messages of love all across the world
You can be anything Just believe in your dreams
again, win or lose, take it all, took out by his own men
And from the ground
We build it to the sky now
Watch it fall down
How you gon' survive now?
Yeah,
a place where very few do something amazing
I would have less fun and more inspiration
Til me and Jay Z where on a first name basis
Peace out is how I greet
to go back
To the way it was before
You're always on my mind
And if I make it out alive
I'm gonna talk a little less and listen more
The policeman
the shop at the mall
It get crazy when you really wanna (w)rap with the boy
Man, I swear, I could give you sixteen or I can fuckin' put you six feet in
Volleyball
Mascot,
a llama by the name of Missy.
When the baby was ready,
the child was removed via cesarean.
It was a healthy baby boy, and he was named
boys aren't ready for
The wickedest ting
It's no long ting, the wickedest ting
Them boys are to die (Die)
Ain't on no long ting no lie (Lie)
No more Mr
off with valuables
Hot flips now we're bringing more than food to the table
Shot kids fall like dominoes doomed from the cradle
Murder flows through our
out. You know, we've been told to protect our outer man while our inner man is dying. (offstage) Oh, this is the one.
Boy I'll tell ya, God made him for
without the saddle
Someone's gotta get me out of here
Yelling out Dear Diary
Oh what an irony, How can I be less insincere?
Yelling out Dear Diary
Feed me
on your phone
I got plenty of evidence that you're fake clear as we know
You're a scamming fuck to me Michael, calling you out by your name
Enemy The Rapper
so they fall out
Whip, double roof, dog barkin' on the dog house
And I gotta give 'em the Lyt
My people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight
Ain't
I'm not here to crush it homie
Here to mince it
I wonder if it's going according to plan
Would the little boy approve of the man I am
Still a boy
ladies, Brown Louboutin
Condom on 'fo I go to work, that's my uniform
Nigga I used to eat mayonnaise sandwiches
By candle lit, and that's 'cause
damn umbilical cord
Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by four board
That smashed into your Honda Accord, with a 4 door Ford
But I'm more toward
getting bigger (Bigger)
Couldn't care less that you making 6 figures, boy
Watch out for that 'cause it could get little (Rrrah, Give a fuck)
People can take
here is true still
This is real life right here this little
Faggot nigga Naynay, he’s
A little dirt boy you know the nigga on
Your block that you, that
Eyes wide open, can't you see
I had my first heels by the age of thirteen
Mom and dad tried to hide the boys
I swear that just made them want me more
prepared
Kappa and white tees is all that I wear
LV cologne, I move alone
Pull out the style said bitch I'm in the zone
Hoe ima vibe, this shit for life
I
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