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kept all his jewelry
Alicia Keys tried to talk some sense in him
30 minutes later sein' there's no convincin' him
What more could you ask for?
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THE REMIX
Spent the morning ina cunt she got me fixed
Had to hit class at lunch almost missed it
Came like 30 minutes late should’ve missed it
Last time you
only feed cheese to the rat my nigga
Yeah go figure
Snapback to when no hat fitted didn't know that minute was a kodak image
When my dad popped by will
just pulled a Ted Mosby
And she went by the name
Casey Casey. My god
Casey Casey
(Okay ready?)
3:30 on a regular Thursday
Between Zoom and Jira
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livin' like a goddamn king
Tell me money ain't a thing now
30 thousand feet above the world right next to the wing
Too high to hear the birds sing now
me money ain't a thing now
30 thousand feet above the world right next to the wing
Too high to hear the birds sing now
All around the world and back
goin off the deep end
I'm finna go fuck on your friend, we'll be back by the weekend
I mean shit, we could stay a couple extra days
In the coupe, smoking
[Ving Rhames]
He's a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"
talking off
And getting egged on by A&Rs who, soon as your shit fallin' off, they walkin' off
And if you rappers diss us and ours just know that you dead
Or a cries by the twelve like a case of budlight
Sell a cush by a bell so you kno might shit tight
See I'm 30 in the morning on a all night flight
I'm high
back from Philly
So I was rollin' blunts all day
So I had to get it nigga in the hallway
Nigga I already know I was headed to the top
By 9 o'clock
eighty five I keep riding in a circle
The inside of my ride smelling like a pound of purple
Gucci is your time give me five more minutes and a cold
Most of these guys is Façades
I just poured a four
Now I'm feeling like a junky
30 thou on my necklace
You going hear shots
If a nigga try touch this
niggas'll dump a clip
We by the school yard waiting for you to get your kid
I caught a A1 felony on my last bid
Kept calm, made bond, I'm on that shit
You
niggas'll dump a clip
We by the school yard waiting for you to get your kid
I caught a A1 felony on my last bid
Kept calm, made bond, I'm on that shit
You
I drove 30 minutes just to
Drive back 30 minutes
Guess it's just an hour of my life
Wishing you were in it while
The Earth is busy spinning
Even for
niggers got hit-list
I’m counting digits by minute
On the counter need bout a million
Sipping lean, dodging demons
My trap phone is siemons
Dumb money yours
walking headless In a minute
Roger that I was heated with these bitches
Eight of us We mounted up We bout to lean in on these bitches
All this rage been
through the windows in my livin' room (Livin' room)
Drivin' round, tryna find a place to pull through
Roll up, moon looks full like your mouth do
But by
ya mouth quick to act like ur dentist
Yeah I’m back tho I been gon for a minute, lead by example from start to the finish/
U say u don’t like me well
30 minutes till we begin
40 minutes left to pretend
50 minutes till our worlds end
1 hour till we start over again
WISH THAT I COULD
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