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on the muscle (that's not real)
When ya dog locked up in a cell
And you joyridin'
In his truck
That he need for bail (that's not real)
When you hate a person
there's no way
No, I don't want you to stay
I can tell that you're fake
Back with the remix
These boys all my sons like Phoenix
(Pooh, you a fool for this
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
your bitch
If you fall off, and ask your mans for help
They gon' tell you, "No
You gotta ask your bitch"
Your man gon' lie and say he don't got it
Your
shows, history can't hide
Newspanning universally, caberly wide
Don't let McMahon's tell you you fired
Inspired by doing what's required under Kanye five
tax you more you outta town (Tax you more you out!)
No time to waste no I can't lounge (I can't)
These fuck niggas outta bounds (Outta bound bitch!)
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
Is 30 million for the deal (30 MILLI)
Lucien grange Better cook up the meal, (Dinner)
I'm one of a kind
So you know that I'm real (Real)
Yea you know
Design my vibe
You can’t rent it
Broken MCpoet, Acapella
I’m climbing up what I tell ya
Yellow lighter writer ignite her I might propeller
Blue pill you
real forever
They can all pretend
But I moved around
I was fed up made the top 20
With an old acapella
Fucked the whole rap game
No condom one leg up
real mean killing ya own kind
Now you stuck in the yard and got more than the whole 9
Those who committed old crimes could tell you they soul's crying
on me
(Don't tell)
When I get this pussy you going tell on me
(Won't tell)
If I hit this pussy you can't tell on me
(Don't tell, don't tell, don't
end
Looking for your soul it blew in the wind
Cause you one without a goal just following trends
Tell me what is real
Tell me what is real right now
a position to move
And you can't move cause your move is blocked by the knight
At twelve o'clock, that's when the madness begins
So I start to focus in, my
was nothin' to do but close our eyes, an' bow our heads, an' vocalize
With a silent five-part acapella hymn, for him
[Choir]
What a friend we had in
hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it
You done sold your soul, you can't do nothing about it
One for the money, yes, Sir, two for the show
me you gone ride for me
Tell me can't no bitch take me from you and you gone die for me
Tell me that if I gotta go hit a lick that you gone drive for
Mike Will Made-It
EarDrummers
I can't trust my iPhone, I can't trust these bitches
Haters praying for my downfall, at least they're religious
I just kept it solid on my momma and my soul for real
If you fuk with me I fuk with you thats on my soul for real
Can't let no one play me so I'm
With the citronella
So if I ain't tell ya
Flight for
The stellar,
Do so
And bring it,
Acapella
"What if I"
Gotta count your blessings
A wise man
with me
Now tell me if you can smell the Frank is cooking
My flow is got you hook in and your soul is what I took in
I say, drop the bass now do it
inside that box gonna heal?
Are you better than before?
Do you mean it for real?
Well if you do I guess i'll see you at the top of the hill
Cause if
never see you again
Funny when i had you there by my side
Now im glad that it ended for real
I know that i tried
Now im getting props on the daily
Just
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
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