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Upgraded from your old life
I know you want to be mine yeah
Tinted windows when we roll by
We party by the seaside
You feel like you hit a gold mine yeah

plus you stylish
I wonder what your sign is
You gotta be a Gemini
The way you strutting by in them heels
Got that mass whip appeal
Baby face, slim waist,

official

Let me tell you when it all started
Game dropped Documentary and
Made plenty enemies
It was a classic album, but prior to that
Guerilla Black

Keli block
Now I can hit it from the evening to Sunday
Pull up on you with the pipe you swinging my way
When I grab you by the waist and hit Monday

Smoking on that shit that made Jesus walk on water
She call me her daddy but I'm not her father
Grab a bitch by her throat like I use the force yeah

passing me by
Imma take it a whole notha level
I can feel it they mad and they jealous
No I'm not feeling whatever you selling
I get these racks and go

Ginuwine, Girl I’m tryna get in those jeans
I popped up on the scene and tryna hit the top by any means
Too many times that I went unseen
Nevertheless, I got

Mt. Olympus (Reprise) [Bonus Track]

Big K.R.I.T.

Cadillactica [Bonus Tracks]

2014

Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought

Mt. Olympus (Reprise) [Bonus Track]

Big K.R.I.T.

Cadillactica [Best Buy Exclusive]

2014

Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought

mind
She only speaks when she has an epiphany
Kinda girl you wanna fuck all the time
Ride me like I'm Ginuwine
I'll suck on her nipples
She's sucking

wanna fuck all the time
Ride me like I'm Ginuwine
I'll suck on her nipples, she's suckin' on mine
She told me hit it from behind, I stroke it, I pull

kissing to some j blige (Uh huh)
If you with it we can kick it by the fireside (Yeah)
Getting busy to some whitney sipping mai tais (Ugh)
Hit the city

by the money fucking benji on vacation
I'm getting big bands everything's a hit man
Ya life's in the dirt sinking in like its quick sand
Call the sand

I been out here working, gotta' let 'em know, let 'em know

Listen to the hits if you feel skeptical

If lil mama bad then I might put her on my

Big Daddy Kane catch a vibe/
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
I was Raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods

Prodigy, Guru,

ratchet for them bands now
She gone do what I say so
Tell her gone and put them hands down
Play that lil freaky role
Pull up to the crib let me hit That for

follow you like a trend
You hit me up when that nigga ain’t around
Just come through and you’ll see I got all the time to spend
I’ll give you all that I

n*gga how could you say that
When yo b*tch was sucking d**k then I hit her wit that latex
Ain’t too many like me
A Nigga too smoove
And if she fall for

You ain’t amused by the fake types
Pull up outside in a wraith type no
You keep it real keep it genuine
When they play that Ginuwine
Pony girl you be

drop to her spine
She hit my 2 way, and I'm O.T. Dub like Ginuwine
She got me over here fiendin
Close my eyes and she there, that's how I know when I'm

of fucking a tutor
Every little nigga wanted that Ginuwine I pass that bread like it's magic
I'm glad he's by that motherfucker

ATM Mr. Omar shit'll  get

Yeah 427
Link up (Perfexion)

Jumped in the game, didn't need a ref'
(Nah) , go hard until nothin' left (yeah)
Cookin' hit's like I'm the chef
And I

Promise I’ll have you bopping 
By the end of the song
I’m here a long time
Might as well make it good
Awkward black nerd with a pinch of hood
Fear

Killshot

Eminem

Killshot

2018

outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But