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Intro: 
Sometimes people judge a book by it's cover, or what they heard from other people. But as it pertains to me, you should just come see for

and for that I’ve been hurt by many friends. 
They love you coz you’re ordinary but when you’re special To our society you’re abomination and a curse.
But

be d thing
I Talk about the blessings I receive
I Reason all the p
To baba God d king
If only you believe
Na him be the thing
Bo tin wun ko safere

coming
I seen P-stone on the ground and realized that they not coming
Like woah
It's getting out of control I know the lord got the piece of his soul
I'm

a dish
How you broke and talk shit? that don't make no sense
Ima still rep 408 inda 916
Bad lil bitch all on my phone mindin my business
I told lil bitch

a dish
How you broke and talk shit? that don't make no sense
Ima still rep 408 inda 916
Bad lil bitch all on my phone mindin my business
I told lil bitch

the recipe, so they show jealousy
Fuckem and lettem be, I am a better Me
Load up the safe, I got money to make
I'm not atrapper, I call the play
Mafia mafia, I

the zone blown off a quarter of haze
So watch your mouth little man you better behave
Cuz I don't want to have J Rock meet me at the lake
Hey shout to P son

dick man I'm still having hope
When it's R.i.p sneezy they gonna promote
Put the ball by the cup yeah I'm getting my
Goals
Testing the water I tip to my

the rest
I try by all means to improve on myself
I can't really talk straight unless it's me on the beat
Every week
Lose a good friend to me
Is it your

ain't it?
Been sipping this Remy I'm faded
But still I be, concentrated
R. I. P mama I made it
Estate that I live in is gated
Whenever I talk it's

n****as

They wanna strip ah king of his crown, da battle ground fulla blood shed
Fish eyes and crow heads, Less talk and more dead, I'm talkin poor kids,

see the envy in thee
Man we use to trap in da streets 
Man why am I sensin da beef

I can tell by da tone 
Don't have to hear it over phone 

Yea we

INTRO FAME 
here come the drums X 2 

VERSE 1 RAS 

First the 4-5 kicks, then comes the coroner 
next call is the florist, mama wanna talk to you

I speed it
Up People say ain't no need for them toys
Energizer bunny, you tell me this dick yours We talk shit, but my tongue gon' make you
Come quick

cone to cone
And if you want talk bout trap got keys like xylophone
Told homegirl tone your ass if you wanna back this bone
Cah if you get nailed by me

Zoom it, that P*** really (Fat fat fat fat)
The way she wyne very (Hot hot hot hot) 
She do like dance on (tik tok tok tok tok tok )
 Yeah ayyyyy

 I got

I wake up and read a scripture and then I'm dipping
I'm gone
I can talk bout this and that but still I'm different
How they claim to keep it P but

Aye
I don't give a shit,
Slit my wrist,
I said kill ya self,
You know what I meant
Rip the flesh
Before I find the rest
Don't talk shit
I kill people

be swinging like Morales Don't need a stylist, foreigns for the mileage
Shutting down shops, don't be out there when it's crowded

On my Master P

not perfect but I was not fooled by your disguise
After all the decimation, what the fuck's a better lie
That you make it out alive or that your

Passing by you Waving
No crying please, get on your Knees
To be decapitated
This confidence is free
Wont find much panic in me
K i dont have the greens
But

couldn't help me
I got up, I ain't sharin', nigga, now I'm selfish
Came from rags to riches, lil' nigga, wealthy
Gymnist, by the way I'ma stretch em'
Like I

Nigga better keep it P, for I fap his man
I done took a bunch of L's, now I'm tryna get a win
Made a couple plays, now I'm linkin' up with twin
Got