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went from lil bitty bills to now its fee-fi-fo
Fumbling bags? Never me my bro
I flex my muscle for these duffles
Only thing I know
That everyone can't be

I'm just playing don't hate me for real
Two classic albums going back-to-back
Still ain't never gon take that deal
Unless that bag right ha
Got my cash

At twenty-four you should be living By yourself, not in your mama's House
At twenty-four you should be having A degree and probably a job you do
You

still be with you- if you play-ed position,

Yet- Ba- by- I stay- complaining- when I’m never claiming- leaving- laundry out while it’s raining, 

But

just wanna know why is it that you succumb to yours
And mine I survived it. You ran the streets, I 9 to 5'ed it
We grew up, grew apart as time went by us

sort of blue
You'll be begging someone to pull me off of you
When I'm stabbing you, I offered you a chance to leave
You'll only understand when you bleed

the price
I make my own money, so I spend it how I like
I'm just livin' life
And let my mama tell me, yeah, I ain't livin' right
Let my mama tell me, yeah

If you a downer stay the fuck outside the club, ho
If you tired, wake the fuck up for the town, ho
If you brown nosed, keep your mouth closed
By any

I don't rap about my dreams
I rap about my damn life stackin' my paper
Want me to rap 'bout my paper
My credit sucks, my bills are bad
But I'll just

No verses written by me (nah)
Out to prove to all that I could MC (come on)
Lookin' to battle, what? Who want it with he?
Uniform and fatigues, foam

get some sense
And by sense I'm talkin money
I got dollar dollar bills
Dollar bills on my head
Cause all you little chickens rather fight with me

Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies

turned from frontin'
All about my fetti
Stayin' sharper than machete
Eatin' rappers like spaghetti
Who can fuck with me? That young Nip, 50
That Bill

I got passion and soul
When the album sells I get wild as hell
And im  by myself there's no signing deals
And I'm kind as hell but no fine to sell

view of my obstacles in my opticals
Breaking down the game like a molecule 
With this album no flopping failing ain’t optional 
Ten toes down to move

You got me so geeky, got my heart so (ble-ed-ing)
Now, you put me down, drowning down in (Mi-se-ry), L-o-s-e-(r)
Left me, the with (Open) sca(r)
You

I'm About to Hit Em Where It Hurts,
Album boutta Drop Like uh hearse,
Homie you can tell by the verses
I ain't ever Lie finna purchase
Whips

(Intro: Bizarre)
Reel Wolf, underground shit
I guess I'm up first, right?
I'mma rap first?
Alright, let me hit this blunt right quick

(Verse 1:

comes to mind when i'm on my flows
You might hate me
Just because my mind is twisted
But i'm r.a.p
Roll a bat as i get lifted
Rappers can't see
Why i'm so

at the mirror of the dude
J-E-N-K-O that's me
Uno, dos in the Air that's Peace
Bills need paying, but my Job give a fuck
Late with the rent then I owe 50 more

are facts
Twenty something albums in three years, who did it?
Bodied everybody on the bill, who winning?
You need the hype to prevail and I get it
I

kidding
Get a defender together
Get a developer ready
Get it to Ed, Edd, and Eddy
It's not offending me any
Get back to sending Miami city til I
Drop
I been

insane
You pop a pill
You pop a pill
You dream of dollar bills
When you make it they askin' how you feel
See me
Smokin' up feelin' so wheezy
Rollin' up

FSU

Jay Park

Ask Bout Me

son'ed the whole K-Pop industry
The moment I started, on Father's day they call me dad
I'll put out an album and win an award
And then say, "Ok, cool",