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Arigato and thank you for calling me in
I think I've worked out why your wheel did not spin.
Was the heatwave the thing?
No the heat did not matter

caskets it ain’t no fun
It really hurt me bad to have to
Put him on a shirt
Last time i saw him it was all smile 
And now he in a Hearst 
It hurt me bad

Back in 2010 I was enchanted indeed
A chance meeting outstripped the lot of them
PSR 730
Not quite gold or carved of wood but
By the grace of God

a little squawker
Wags on the wheel
Through the storm when he's on a banana peal
Gonna find me some booty
Raise the sails fore we hit that buoy
Yo is that

finna shine some
Horizon
Tryna block me out
But know I'm fine love
I'm fired up
You serving to the feds
That nigga wired up
I'm nice as fuck
Everything is

the eye
Some shape, floating in the eye

Feeling a gold unfolding hand on me
Nowhere to go, no one I'd rather see 
Oh, devil walk by
Oh, devil walk by

the road, I lost my soul
And I know 'cause it glitters doesn't mean it's gold
And I don't wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna let the truth be told
I don't

the god of rap
Bitch, bow to me until your hairy knees hurt
I'ma make you see how a real god reacts
You wanna rap? Let's fuckin' rap, the beat
Pause that

We Follow Jesus
Mmmm
God first place like gold
I will never sell my soul

Aye, God first place like gold
I will never sell my soul
They callin' me

tricked by all the fake
Those things look nice but they're mistakes, like fool's gold
Don't don't stop digging,
No matter what it takes
Don't don't stop

an open book
Eyes closed felt hurt like I've been touched by an oven crook
No matter how much that I grow it only seems
My word is getting smaller and my

trouble in Hustle
Andrews, and they my brothers
Never ain't seen the gold
See them tell on one another

Shit make me don't wanna hustle
Damn, I swear
All I

on yo mother, "Devotion" no Summrs, go broke? I "just cant"
Rick Owens my feet, bitch I feel like I'm Yeat, "Poppin" got me "Luh Gëek"d, so it's clear I'm

you talk I leave you hurt
I'm destined for this greatness only God can judge me first

I'm like Bruce Lee in this shit
Never scared of niggas even if

I suppose that your knowledge of the situation of my brethren
Is too extensive to need a recital here
Neither shall I presume to prescribe methods by

everybody's top 5 list by now
Pero, ya me callo
If you're doubtin' me nigga, then tu eres un cuero
Hop in the guillotine
If you're thinkin' that you're fuckin'

but wanton greed?
But now that world is gone and
What lived on belongs to me
That freedom you so wanted's now
The cost of living comfortably
Peace is

would be greedy
But I'm warden on that corner
& Andrew berry best decision
By the owners
That defensive line look like shriek & Fiona
& that offensive

Blood
We've Paid In Blood

We Rise To The Sound Of Fires Roaring
On A Quest We Seek Out Gold and Glory
The Will Of The Gods Are Calling Me
Destiny Leads

me by myself 'cause I don't like people
Shawty kiss and tell, she can't keep a secret
I'm buyin' new Chanel for like three bitches
This straight

like I'm Andrew Wiggins (that's the shit)
Push me to the edge, Steve-o got me somewhere out in Venice 
Most underrated, way too serious for

foes
All this beef man it hurt my soul
Yeah it hurt my soul
You ain't see me never fold
I been chasing me the pot of gold
Ahh
That's why my heart cold
I

Damn
I'm not surprised
You are done for me
I don't need to speak
No apologies
Please
Pack all your things and go
You know my time is gold
I wish

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