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a hustler
always flirtin with all his customers, and flat broke
Nappy smokin blacks out on the back po'ch
I'm thinkin I got everything a country boy could ask
sound fucked up but they not all doin' great
Oh my God please, can I have a conversation with a
Member of my family without it endin' asking me for five
this for dough
I been inching six digits already just gonna get me a few more
This kid is gifted, you thinking that
He must me kidding, you thinking
with some fucking sweet candy
I beat everyone you could even add Angie
Working at fast food shit was so scary
Had to get help by the goat fucking Larry
And let me hangry and tired
Now I dance at the pier
In exchange for a dollar
Is there a chance I could borrow your
Copy of the Mask of Zorro
DVD, it has
Ha ha ha-ha, if I could make niggas as real as me
Ha ha ha-ha, I'd ask, "how come niggas ain't real as me?"
(To me, it's what I see
To you, it's
Ask them bitches 'bout me, they say for sure
How could I ever get bored?
Her pussy good, I could never get bored
I got a condo I'm never gon' show
too, though like
I didn't get to fully live
In the world where we were still mysterious
Like when we
Were cracking – when we were blowing up more
But not
conscience
Telling me that I ain't shit
No matter how much cash I sit wit'
Still gotta ask the Lord for forgiveness
My precious baby girl came like
Forty
at, bass!
He doesn’t know who Cliff Burton is
That means that I’m out of luck
If I try to ask him Metallica questions
However, at bass, he does not suck
Would you believe me or would you receive me
And if I said you didn't have to ask
Would you accept me girl would you let me
I'm not gon' charge you for
blame her
I'm on this voyage, being I'm vague and
Do you trust me now
Or have I lost more than I've gained since then
All I ask is change
I need her by my
off
By barricades, soldiers and all
Received orders from The King
To let no one enter at all
For all of The King's celebrations
This was protocol
Then
life so ugly
But you came down and died for me
Will you take me as I am
Yeah, we're saved by grace through faith
It's not works
Ain't nuthin you
Turn that bitch up, DeNiro
Gavin on the beat
You broke as fuck and sit at home on some bored shit
Man your life I'd fuckin' forfeit
I don't care for
Controlling Los Angeles like we own it
Don’t be fooled by the lights
Never seen Paradise more like a pair of dice
Shit, I’m gambling my life away
Hustling,
If I was the real Jesus
I'd tell you the truth of things
If I was the real Jesus
I'd have strength for all that's honest and good
But I'm not
the D’Ussé
I do spray like rich uncles flexing in a villa
Then preach about the doomsday for realer
Reveal the past so you could understand where we coming
mo' money
Than a sucker could ever spend,
But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum form the Rucker
Not a dime 'til I made it again Everybody go
Ho-tel,
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
that way
Not tryna hit it and move on in the same day
Swear I'd be committed if you'd want me
And we could watch the new IT on DVD
So if you just say yes
days I'm reachin for the thing in the dresser
Some days I'm not invincible and I feel the pressure
Like if everyone's dependin on me, and I just stop
...
and happiness)
And every night
Nobody lives by the code of the street no more
I'm sayin'
I just wanna be happy, that's all I don't ask for much
It makes me
gone act like I already blew
Do not ask me for bread baby girl that ain't cute
Believe me
I think I could push the keys
With my eyes closed I ain't
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