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Life’s a gamble 
And ion give a damn so we should go to Vegas 

Motivated by the love but fuck niggas sholl be hatin 

I been on the road gone so

mind playing tricks on me I think my mind playing tricks on me
My mind playing tricks on me pulling circles pulling flips on

I'm infatuated
By the game

David Blaine, baby went poof, now it's over
Now I'm tryna get that thing back in the holster
I'm just in the mirror, man, peer a lil closer
You won't

R O Y O S
Yes I'm the best and I'm in the zone to flex
My mum just sent me a text
She said son take a rest
Give a chance to the rest
Text her back no

and shit, with the bros (Damn)
Sending a bitch now she taking your soul (Woo)
Now I've been running through homes and kicking in doors
Fill them with bullets,

if they're not what they say
Just as long as we can all get along
In a quiet and uncomplicated way

And outside it gets hotter by the hour
And bad news

Bitch, cause I got guapped up
And if a pussy want the smoke
We smoke em like a rasta
Call me rigatoni V or Chef Boyar cause I got pasta
And I’m in the lab

serious to see me bluffing

Pang
Must be the Kick-Off
Sprint thru a lap didn't feel my own legs and ended all that in a second

Never had to fill the tank

been surrounded by delirium
Expounding all my lunacy and
Frowning in the mirror i'm mysterious
Greet peeps with a grin
Three sheets to the wind
Grim reap

I figured don't need accounts with the figures
To paint a figure in it
I'm full of faith, am I obese nigga?
I might fill up space with my faith nigga

fill my shoes better watch where they steppin' .
Gettin' by when I'm dry I be high off the resin .
They know it's fire when the studio's  in session .
I

walk in just before curfew
And tell me how the rag tags are
By the glow of the buzzing stove light
I muss your hair and thank the stars

They tried to count me out, I think they failed math
4-0 on me, I should be in Yale class
Talkin' 'bout you in yours, it must be a stale bag
Bitch

could spit a sixteen in hell and show satan what that heat's about

Spare me your insolence
You'll wrack your mind with confusion
There's no use in you

Because three is better than dos
And by dos I mean in Spanish one
Angelina and Rose

So what's happenin baby, what's happenin
My hair long, and her hair did

sumthin
Put on Maxwell and by the Gods I'll have you busting like diamonds lost in abyss
If i shoot it I don't miss
And if it did I didn't shoot it uh huh

(Skit: Partlow) go by them slow

Yeah ay
Yeah big JT shit uh
Ay kofi Kay on this, are you mad?

I hit the stu and I’m tapped in
I told these niggas

Go by them slow
Big J T shit
I hit the stu and I'm tapped in
I told these niggas I'm ready to buss
Cause I come from a city where niggas is grinding

iss-
Thought I left that buried down in the ocean
Sleeping with fishes lies are delicious
And I don't do dishes
You gotta be kidding me
I know my enemies

know I put on a good front
Or At least I think that I do
I'm constantly falling apart
But fixed with duct tape and glue
To cover my cracks 
And fill in

pretty (Hey)
They try to fill me up wit lies I ain't showing no pity
I hit my brother with the bag and he double the stack (Cash)
I can't kick wit a snake

when they all stop rejecting me
Will I hoop, will I write, will I fight off my hunger for power in the longevity
Ten years ago, I was willing to give it

Second half: come on let's have it! I ball in glasses: Edgar Davids
'Dis possessed, rob Savage, 20 22's average
So I'm Attacking Mid-Summer
She DM, I must

Looking for yo bitch boy she not here
Said she love my buzz I’m up by lightyears
Devil in my head, he said it's hot here
Do the dash, turn to ash, i