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Ah, shit, I'm gonna get that
Then I'm gonna do this
Then I'm startin' up a business
Now let me tell it to ya in plain English

This another thing

We always come up with a plan
Like a plane trying to find a place where to land
If you understand me now, let me see your hands
If you've been where

take it
Run away back to the basics
Let me just shut up and show you how I'm running the game
The numbers tell you what I'm making
Keep yo team in order

that's how I rock
Picture me in this frame of mind since y'all been photoshopping selves
IG not the reality y'all go to docs and put it in
Worse y'all

I'm pulling a slot
Before the Patrick's Days plot
Before that NBA shot
Pilots and Strafers on hearts

I'm pulling hot
Spiritual shots by the doc
Where

Spiritual shots by the doc
Where Jeepers Creepers a get you a M-4
Shells-a-peel you like a red-head hoe

Scale the Virgo from the weigh-in
Ahh Hell...

might shoot you I'm shooting in range
The man of a dream i feel like I'm goated
Running the city that you never go to
I wanna speak to all of my idols

jeans
Pull on a white V-neck with the horse and rider
Go back to the girl in my bed and sit beside her
Hey pretty girl I hate to wake you from your

want to do is grab a biscuit
And let six spit, I won't miss shit

Doc telling me chill, it's for your own good
Drugs, liquor, fucking raw - no good
But

Snowden let the whistle blow, Joe Piscopo with the vicious flow
All systems go

I mean all night long
All night long
I mean all night long
A-all night long

 off at the wheel
The doc said I crashed into a deal
Now I'm an artist, the last you could feel
I mastered my skill
I'm nice from Japan to Brazil
This

trying to forgive,
But whats done has been done..


Sitting alone dirty cup full of sprite...
Grinding all day and im hustlin by night..
Im Melting this

cares"

We sang
"Yellow Bird"
And "Let's Go Fly a Kite"
Over, and over, and over, 'til we got it right

When we emerged
From the YMCA
Three

this motherfucker snappin')
Infrared beam, motherfucker
(Turn my mic up though)
West Coast
(Uh)
Let's Go
(Yeah)
Long Beach, motherfucker

Uh
Let's go!

Ich wuchs - auf mit Cube, Ren, Yella und Dre
Eazy-E, D.O.C., N.W.A
"Straight Outta Compton" war mein Lieblingsalbum
„Dopeman,

We fucked this shit up
We fucked this shit up
Go back to that day
Never say what's up
Got this far due to luck
We fucked this shit up
Less drink in

dam
Buckling up with the strap
Skudududududu brap lovely jubbly chap
Putting my hood on the map
Too many baps and still I go ham
Forget pepper spray

Now go home and roger that
I'm feeling like James Harden
Bringing the Rockets back
Doing my dance moves like Usher
With the stocking cap
Still Movin, we

genius
Saint Laurent jean suit, heard the Margiela screeching
Go to B block you know doc got the seasoning
The pole by the prayer rug, leave it
Now we

If I had a nickel for every time I let it pass
Passive aggressive mentality this time will be my last
You looking at the future writing bout my past

a left swipe across yo face like we on tinder
See, Murdock starts a moth a fuckin inferno
I've walked through flames to get here by now it don't even burn

fergit to remember to fergit the next line of this song, so I'll have to make
Up some garbage instead
So I went to see my doctor and said "help me, doc oh

bands from that last play
I'ma need it on my line by this ash tray
Before the J go n' , hit this ass tray
If we bout to roll another, never last place
I'm

repeating
Other shit I can be dreaming
Therapist needed
They just left me with these demons
Called for help so many times they let me go
Doc thought my dad