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the back
By family that act like my sanity's whacked
They wanna judge me without havin' the facts
Next time you touch me, bet that be your last
I'm sick

doped up on these Adderalls
I treat it like food
Count some millions up by hand
And I still ain't through
Had to give away some of my bitches
All these

she get all of my inches
I'd never give a bitch hard earned riches (No!)
HMR, One Take Jake, Fiji and Richard (Woo!)
Fuck all that talking, we in

Grind, reverse it
I ain't moved by dudes who ain't real with themselves
I ain't fooled by jewels or the deception of wealth
If we remove yo crew who u

don't give a fuck about none of that
And if ain't QB'in', my nigga
Then you must be a running back
Yard for yard, pound for pound
So sideways when I'm in

Take it all the way back, Mix it up man
Rain on the track
Mental money stack, physical, digital
Give me the bag, I'm all up in it

Fall back when

Watermelon

Common

Resurrection

1994

the mob
I still would be deeper
'Cause I had lyrics back when I used to run with Keyvin
MC's step to me, butt-ass naked like "What's up?"
I said, "You

John McCain, you can't lift your arms up
These po-ranhas, live by a certain code of conduct
Fuck fly hoes and blow ganja
He a prophet, predict shit

If I had a dime every time you
Said you wouldn't come back to me
Wouldn't have to try so hard
To buy you every moon and star
Couldn't make you stay

to the street, crazy court casing
Three strike loser, life facing
Chyna white lacing, Marx Man, Bumpy Johnson
Capone Of Arc, a loan shark
Tinted Z3's, you either

can't hold back
So try do me dirt make sure you don't lack
Take out your serotonin with no Prozac
Walk on my own two them boys hold hands
Drillers on deck

come to see you Otis
Got back in focus
Eazyonthelens and on promotion
She wanna stroke it
Told her meet me at the back of strokers
Came fully loaded
I

Promise U That

Future

FUTURE HNDRXX PRESENTS: THE WIZRD

2019

thing on me, yeah, yeah
Dreads on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah
After this, right back to him, like an accident
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Came in a car, you

you talk it
If he got it
Make him run that
I was looking for a bridge to jump off with my friends, but this my jump back
How you got all these niggas

cll you rich kids had best be looking out
Cause Karl Marx is coming down your chimney
Gonna give some presents to the children who've gone without

I can't sing
They be coming for me, more than a parody
Laughing like they can, brush it off of me
But when you're surrounded by lions and tigers

can’t see ‘cause I give it all to GOD

JUST GIVE IT ALL TO GOD



*produced x L. MARX.*
(engineered by Shoreside Ghost)

Don't know what you think
I got on two Richard Millies, the hood niggas calling me saint
Whenever I pull up I pull up it's in a two door
Or a 'Bach with

How to Get Your Band on Television

Chumbawamba

First 2 LP's

1991

David the world can only take so much 
And with you around, we're in for a really hard time 

Jagger and Richards, game for a laugh 
Dancing us down

Give It Up

Twista

Give It Up

2007

on over here lil' mama so you could babysit me
Bounce that ass in front of me now that's the way to get me
Thinkin' about how she suck by the way she part

I used to have you back you were the homie
I never would've switched up on the broski
Now I gotta handle business like an OG
Better watch out

marks part of the beat start
That explains why I see (C
Sea) frontin' (front end) for sure (shore)
But this is where the front end
After I give you that

the shit you that can't just script too
Playing gta while she texting me I miss you
Back to business bitch
Its back to business
Back to business bitch
Its

and again and again
Take a L run it back cause you know I'm finna win
Money coming in yeah blowing in the wind
Money coming in so you know I'm finna spend