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I know he not
My man walking
Around in a disguise
I just got played
By a clown
Type of guy
(Fuck)
Rule number two
I'm on his best friend's
Face for

getting under you, 
So tell me how it feels knowing that you're number two?”
Mixed emotions I guess
That's why I'm mixing all this drinking with this

Texas to the West Coast, East Coast to the Gulf Coast, let's go

Next on the number one tees a rising star, your local club champion, the unassuming one

on me
Why you relying on me?
Don't feel sorry for me
Cause every time I was down you weren't around you weren't acknowledging me
Don't make time for me

came straight out of Chino
Man my life should be a doc or a film by Tarantino
Met this white bitch on a walk sipping on her cappuccino
Got her number

You know
A lot of things in the world matter right now
Most important thing is time
But we just let it pass by
Like we dont care
My time's ticking

Aye pushin' P, pushin' positivity Y'all ain't pushin' P, y'all makin' post just for publicity
Always lookin' for some sympathy But I'm gettin' back

Brodie told 'em drop a pin, where them niggas stay? (Niggas stay)
I'm on the train with number 5, he hit you in the face (You niggas, ha)
Fake beefin',

to survive

Small-time rappers ain't as dope as us
When you hear rappers in the club
You hope it's us
Back in the days, they used to smoke the dust
But cats

until you can't touch
I gotta do a lot of stuff (what)
'Bout to build a neighborhood and pop it by the cut (huh)
That's why I been doin', I get tired

on the wall, when spittin' I hung portraits
Waves spinnin', I'm dumb nauseous
If you got a few sittin' I want more of it
Never take the first number the judge

training is rotten
They'd be sitting and spotting
Mmmmm, find the fault of the buddy
That's why most of them are not married by 40
Don't cry my brother, I

up to the club yea you know I don’t care and if I wasn’t Simon yo I’d Be his number one fan I get high by the notes you get high by the grams I be

nigga Q, jay-rock, mixed by Ali y'all kill it, it's your season
That nigga Rashad is completely, smoking out all the bitches you know
Oh my bad I skipped

nigga Q, jay-rock, mixed by ali y'all kill it, its your season
That nigga rashad is completely, smoking out all the bitches you know
Oh my bad I skipped

on
Epstein's pedophile island

Jesse and the Rippers never had a hit
Their music sounds like shit
The Japs still gave those faggots
A number one club hit they

and on
That could mean a number of things
And that could lead us down a couple roads
We got the sink that drowns
We got the beef by pounds
Join my daughter's

the glicky by the mask 
I been hearing dead people 
That the money in the stash 
I been Really losing weight 
That's the only time I fast 
Numbers jumping in

outside the club, we gon discuss this shit later
Throw on a clean fit for the shoot, now we the cover of Fader
I done went up in the ranks, I'm a number one

her count it up
Baby what the hell you mean it ain't adding up
If a nigga try to short me then we pulling up
Got the money in bag
Got the glicky by

Straight to the cash thats why i be busy
Number nine Im scoring like jimmy
Plus I gotta be scoring just like krissy
My pockets fats that how i stay skinny
Im

Blastoff
Watch me blastoff with my Fast car
Nascar
Things Go by so fast like a Nascar
Sadlove
Acting like I'm happy with a Mask on
I'm so messed up

Love you by the time you're in my life
But theres no any way that you'll be mine
Look into your eyes it's paradise
See you in tonight and all things

shots from the top top
That day I realised I was made for the number one
Spot on the top notch
Later that night, called parents and they
Understood me