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man now and I found my way
And you holding this hand seem like yesterday, whoa
Damn, how times flies by, pops, it's alright
You know I love you, Daddy,

the biggest blunts on hand (Damn)
Sometimes I go smokeless for the body high my man
Stash the blunt and calm 
Down its fun to get
High on life and yet
Sober.

monster, no boogie man
That could prepare you for the demon,
That has got you in his hands
Understand, that I'm the devil
Here to do the devil's work
Was

and he was saying, that he was down with Shaquan
and if he didn't get a green Jaguar, then it was on
he was mad, cuz his man, was living larger
and he was

all of that ass you need to shake it 
You know, give a nigga some motivation
Take a trip to the crib, light something get it in
Fuck around write a song

High stakes, hold'em, I chippin' the bank
Green fangs, hand'll go win with a pair
REM Stage, hop in a Mulsanne
Drop off that goo, thanks
Screw tape, do

partying in bandos 
Man that shit brazy 
Member when we smoked at rascals
Ayye
Nigga we was just some little rascals
Yeah boy it's been a whole lotta high

Your shirt's streaked with a full day's work
Sore lips and calloused hands
You've been toasting in the blistering sun
My green-eyed cowboy man
Been

Were written down
By someone else's hand
But I still remember
Everything you taught me
About how to be a man
You'll be glad to know
That your grand

Oh, bruh you're shaking my hand
Next thing I know you fucked with my ex
Please my lil girl stop your show
Everyone know you broke boy

Man this little

is give these kids a little hope
God forbid I’m slumming they already the cops
All the progress that I’m making don’t know why they wanna stop
Although

gonna gonna
Grab this bitch
I'm the man who doesn't gives a shit 
About ur style
I'm fearless
My girl's witch
You fucking little gick
Just put your hands

There's no limit to plans just build it with your hands
Make something out of nothing to prove to the man
Once again that music is all you've ever been

calling me
bill collectors calling me, everybody calling me
They got they hands out and I ain't shit to give em
If I ain't my kids you would have found me

gone
When we sang a sweeter song
When one hand washed the other
Single man and single mother

But since her child went away
She's been drinking every day

it's everything that I've been dreaming
I mean give me one reason why I don't deserve it
I finally found my purpose
Still get a little nervous
See deeper

come to turn me face down
The cards I'm dealt still give me a chance to come play
So I will make my effort to turn the game around
Like the hands have 24

Yeah (Yeah yo)
JD (Mhm)
I see you homie (Yeah)
It's Kreim
Ready? Go

Blood on my hands
I'm tryna scrub em clean
From killing all the attitudes

yes you can
A listener's tears're worth more than
A white girl workin' on her summer tan (oh my god!)
So please GoFundMe a hype man
Hahahaha
Nah nah nah

a little money now I'm power mad
The other night, I sniffed powder off a stripper's ass
Turned out she ain't a hooker, got a man
She just dancing

I cross I reach my hand up but man I'm jus too small to grab it
It's proof we all can have it 
Da loot is all dat matter 
Want it all try to take it

Punished when you come toe-to-toe with this munchkin
Blood is catching on fire when I'm combustin'

Among these heathens, I'm being a little distinct
In

sleeves
Still not getting no love
Man enough if is enough
Im done wasting my time
The lord called us by sheep
The blind leading the blind lord
Give us

Another count to the start
Another set of my little fuel
Since that time we met
There’s no day I can not think about you
One more day goes by
With