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I'm a once-in-a-lifetime type of man
Who actually cares 'bout the content
And all the fans
I guess it doesn't matter, they piss
d-d damn she fine (Fine)
That's one chick I can stand behind ('hind)
Play in my field like a dandelion
Put-Put-Put it all on 'til
You can't decide
Cause them little niggas done killed you
In the kitchen like grandma
Put these bitches on stand by
When it come to getting this money
Fuck everything no
against me shall prosper
If you believe in it in your heart, raise your hands and sing
It's by God's grace (Yes it is)
All things through Christ Jesus (No,
could start jus by a great school
They whitened all the history
Taught to us in grade school
Maybe I'm jus tripping but it's feeling like they made
down to smoke a wood and start to get to work
willis
2 bands and a perc i might whip it in reverse.
Doobie doobie ashtray
Flick it in the hearse
She
Third
Round I'm cookin' him nigga
Shine looking deceased
But Don Demarco I feel like Freeway
So put on a beat
Round 3, yeah it's getting hot in here
Y'all
back, must have been about half past two in the f'king morning, how
he done it I've no idea. Five thirty, "oh God, gotta have a word with the gov'ner
song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
If I don't hear from you by tomorrow
I hope you come back and learn from your mistakes
Come
When it's cold outdo's come in I heat ya
You ain't gotta walk in the sun, I A.C. ya
Don't worry 'bout that burglar comin' to creep ya
He trapped by
see, it's a junkie in every family
'Member hand-me-down, tight pants, lookin' slim in 'em
If they too big, what you do? Put a hem in 'em
'Member talkin'
bucket, he took it and like put it over his face
And made one of them faces like, ooh
Two days later I'm in Baseline and I seen Dame
Dame didn't know
you chasing dreams
It seems to me you asleep
I ain't Maha or a shaman
There's nothing we have in common
I'm God and you're a Goddess
I'm organic
always true
In His love
I find my place
Forever grateful for His embrace
Put your hands in the air
Give God all the praise
If you happy to be here
Just
reconvey it as thought
I put the game in knot
Mama I made it I’m hot
You gotta bounce
I gotta house
You got a bitch
Homie
I gotta spouse
I got my
'll pull any mother fuckers card like a damn magician
You get it?
Like Houdini and magic and shit like that
(Keep going)
Fuck it
I put my all in this booth
For half my career I was part of that
My best friend got a burner, and it's lookin' like an artifact
Put it in your puffer or your Prada hat
Like
For the ones in the now
Put your hands up, Put your hands up, Put your hands up
For the ones in the past
Put your hands up, Put your hands up, Put
is
Swizzy
Y'all gon' make me
1, 2 hands in the air
Put your right hand up, put your left hand up
Put your right hand up, put your left hand up
Put
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
in charge, that's all it be about
No doubt, oh yeah, listen to this here
If he got my back then whom shall I fear
Forgive, forget, the tears
thrown in a lava tube
And watch the News say you disappeared
If you can't bang then back up
If you talk heavy then back it up
We the ones causing all
was chilling in denial
I felt like you led me on and did wrong wrong and put me on a tight rope a
It's still 9:05 tho
I know that are love ain't real
me
Real ones pop glocks for me
If it means my homies free
You could put it all on me
These bitches follow me
Real ones pop glocks for me
If it means
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