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It should be clear by now that I am not a normal guy
Tucked in shirt swag, call that semi formal fly
Man I’m feeling good
I’m blessed
my reign, it was the same old same,
"To the ba with the ba", that street-talk game,
So if you ever, let me make this clear,
If you ever think that
where a new idea or an
old one in new form, is accepted by a minority,
while the majority is shouting treason,
rubbish, cook, communist, anarchist,
say when my people
Tell me: "Come back home"?
I'm 'bout to do this for my dad, bro
Night time, driving everything silent
You just know me so well
Talking 'bout me and myself I'm trying
Still here waiting your voice frustrating
You
Khan let me rock you, let me rock you Chaka Khan
I said let me rock you 'cause I feel for you
Chaka Khan won't you tell me what you wanna do
Do you feel
Khan let me rock you, let me rock you Chaka Khan
I said let me rock you 'cause I feel for you
Chaka Khan won't you tell me what you wanna do
Do you feel
gon ride I'm not by ya Side
Asking bout me now dey like Who Am i
I am dat southwest nigga never Changed still don't talk alot
I am product of da good
to hear.
See, before my reign, it was the same old same,
"To the ba with the ba", that street-talk game,
So if you ever, let me make this clear,
If you
Nine is a good age to find your place
Within a crowd
Johnny do you wanna be the one
Walking by yourself back home
Passing by that old stone wall
Keep
nicknamed her Missy
She lives alone out in New Orleans, she always tells me she miss me
But such as life, this story's real, it's not a movie by Disney
goes on 'cause I don't stop rappin'
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on 'cause I don't stop rappin'
Let me tell you somethin' 'bout a nigga
got old
So I hit restart
Another day
Another dollar
And I still got heart
You ain't ever met a nigga
Like me from the stars
I'm showing all my Trill
get ya drama like the DJ (that's right)
Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin' got a gangsta grill
Went from old school Chevys, to Beamer
get ya drama like the DJ (that's right)
Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin' got a gangsta grill
Went from old school Chevys, to Beamer
to go, seen better days, its full of holes
But I can't just throw away, a part of our past
If This Old T-Shirt Could Talk...
It'd tell you 'bout that night
thinking its nice
Now she talking bout sucking pot
Getting money like I was ice
Blowing good while giving pipe
Bust on her like I was ice
That bitch ass
cooking up the new hot seller
Putting that money in the bank like the teller
And this be the number one rank, let me tell you
It's 'bout that time, it's
How 'bout I drop by tomorrow?
I can tell by your mood, but I can't figure it out
I can tell a lot going on
Don't worry 'bout location no we ain't
some inspirational shit in a real way but will still have a field day
With some of the fucked up shit in the world and tell it to sucking a dick
'Cause
you tell?
The days I tried to cover up and conceal
My pride, it only made it harder for me to deal
When living in a that come with plan B
Hope the LGBTQ don't cancel me (please)
Like they tried to stop DaBaby from gettin' paid
When he was talkin' 'bout how they be givin' each other AIDS
sometimes, but I can't
I want to tell you that it's all good, but it ain't
It's nigga's hurtin' and uncertain 'bout if they gon' make it or not
That's why
older
And she looking good but I’m supposed to
Be over, my old girl
At least I think so, but you clean so
Try and get her phone bruh
You worried bout
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