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pride won't let me
Drown beneath your wake
You can ask again but I will never take

I've already given you my finest days
I can't get them back they say

at my door
They knock so hard and they call me poor
Don't trash my room 
Don't smoke my weed
I just want you out of my head, just leave
Please, I'm

stress I smoke the best
93 ain't seen no better
Big bro Chubba got the mac
Leave them niggas on the map
Niggas diamonds really dull tell your
Jeweler look

and to get to cockin' hammers
If they mess with the clip of hollow tips
Cuz you punks don't have no manners
Fuck your standards
Think of the rankings

zucchini
Fuck around and get - smoked in your backwood beanie

Yuhh
I'm a black star most definitely
Told my homies imma be one of the greatest
They ain't

Everyone around the globe
Gathering to see the show
You can read it in the papers
The big event, you have to go

One by one, take your seat
This

Driven by belief
Shoot you in a tree
Your brains on the ground
Hotter than the sun
Blacker than the night
Lions all around
Captive captive captive captive

telling you

She said she from Seattle
And I can tell by how she rains on me
She said she don't like settling
And I can tell cause you run game OD baby
Your

and turn your wood tough
Tryin not to let dese guys draw me out 
It's all about the timing I can't take a L
I'll play the middle guy and act like I don't

You speak so loud, I don't get why
I do believe, but hardly see
Spring life at the speed of light
Then let me perish in lunacy

I should be wide

the world begin anew

Look through exception see the self in all
In awe of what is called life but don't let that
Get you down for there is no true end
For

phone
Verse tight like a virgin
I'm mobile gone global
Finally emerging
From artist to mogul
I just put my work in
The love I get
Way more than local
Only

bars like a criminal
My hits are critical, so don't be skeptical
Yeah, soon to be on your tv screen
Doing my thang, I just want to make you people scream

Rolling with her eyes when she get aroused
He go wopedety wopdety slopedety slope

There's no hope for you no
Your soul irrelevant 
Don't let me vent to you

With smoke from the reefer grown by the bro who
Knows what I mean when I expose the whole crew
Who conspire against righteous intent
Throwing lions in