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Look back those icy roads
I'm wrapped up like a Christmas Present
Kept warm in my winter coat
Shopping 'round don't waste a minute
'Tis the season is

and they plotting on me like I don't even know it
Going through a lot of hard times in the dark times and I won't even show it
Since the beginning, Lord

a motherfuckin flow
Chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang
Motherfuckin niggas can't hang
Well oh no, look at the cloud
It's gonna rain but I don't give

taking her home fo' sho (You know it's legit)

It's just the beginning
Excited by her touch
Making my cell ring
It's never too much
Getting emotions

niggas’ll envy me
Behind the lot shootin’ at my enemies
Quavo got Kylie, well I got that Kimberly
Drinking codeine
Moving slow like a centipede
We brought

to myself 
That I'd never look down when I first climbed
 
I've done well for an ex gang member
And I've done bits and bobs
Just like what Montana done

of a sudden the streets are empty
You stand up open your eye-lids
You in a trench coat it's french you look stylish
You walk in the silence not sure what

It's just the beginning
I can't lose
Muah Ha Ha
These bitches my bitties
Cus I am the one they look up to
Goo Ga Ga
They hating and plotting
But there's

greedy with the clip, no aim on it
Uh, Mr 3rd degree
Burn like the bridge and yo business uh
Started at the floor, at the beginning uh
Now I rep the floor

me!

[Brian]
It sucks to be me!

[All]
Is there anybody here it doesn't suck to be?
It sucks to be me!

[Christmas Eve]
Why you all so happy?

[Brian]

watch, I gotta squint at my wrist to see
What time it is
N' my hip where the llama is
I'll look at y'all cats cheques like
Where the commas is
Fishtanks in

watch, I gotta squint at my wrist to see
What time it is, n' my hip where the llama is
I'll look at y'all cats cheques like
Where the commas is
Fishtanks

our separate ways
Looks like Christmas is ruined again
And I know that it sucks but let's not delay it
OK I'll just come right out and say it
I don't

feel like I had gave you a super punch
To the stomach so quick it'll make you become sick
Until you vomit and then when you up chuck
It'll look like you

cash
Droppin my top just to dump out the ash
Wrestle with work like my name Kevin Nash
Let me take it back just for two minutes
Fourteens and the nines,

There go paparazzi
I gotta say cheese
Wearing my Versaces
No pics please
Feeling like Pac
All eyes on me
Look I don't take no losses
I might step back

There go paparazzi
I gotta say cheese
Wearing my Versaces
No pics please
Feeling like Pac
All eyes on me
Look I don't take no losses
I might step back

to you and we'll bust out of the door
Score, trick shots, like we Neymar
Run up to the goal, making hits that's a great start
Full stop, look in your eyes,

the people I love by treating my everyday like it is Christmas
Till the day that I am making a milli I'm stretching a dollar out like its a gymnast
I am not

what the bitches like, you like the bitches, right?
But why they call you Snow? Cause I'm the Christmas type
You see that nigga's neck? Shine like some

Go get it by any means, long live the guys
The biggest double G Mr Go Get it
And I call myself the biggest even though I'm not the biggest yet
Look

from raps to instrumentals 
Ya know there's really a lot to look forward to with OS
So really ya know it-it's it's not over

Now they control my catalog

you 

Your house is a mess
And I'm surrounded by your trash
Tissues on the floor up to my knees  oh no 

It makes me kinda sad
And your Christmas tree

a house and a Impala
And that they call me top dollar

I do like I do it
Can't nobody do it like I can i'm Snooperman
Look up in the sky
Real high like