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can tell you he is the father, we don't need more
I can never worry when I'm in Brooksville

Thinkin' R.I.P. money when I ride by the Ville
When I'm up

niggas mad, I been ahead and I don't even need a pen
I'm flyin' through with twin, for them damn presidents
She start a trip and got a new bitch By any

chokeholds
It's straight techs when folks don't play fair
And all my dawgs with me, it's gonna be a hit if I bring Drake here
Been posted on that corner, more

no T.D. Jakes
Girl, hide them kids from the world like your BD Drake
I probably made way more dollars than you seen me make
Cookin' up another classic

me 

(Verse 2)
Been Two many times I done let shit slide 
You got one more time till I 
Nevermind 
Too much at stake like when drake gamble 
Junkies

the ground, blue drake
Living this world giving more than I take
The Kings of Kings is dead and I am forgiven
Tatted on my heart, through his will I am driven

writtens
I'm lookin' at you Drake
You say that you got views
But you don't even write your visions
And it's right on cue
For the rap game to feel an incision

sleep
Got you by my side yet you the biggest trick up my sleeve
God you so pretty but I love more what's underneath
Got the Hershey tone body with beauty

Look at me, I don't want to be a pop star,
I cook for my kernels people's minds to pop more
Here I am, making my stand, no band, conspiring of hands,

probably think a nigga grown

I don't dance no more, I spin your block and hit you with the chrome
How you supposed to love me when you leave me all up on my

bands in banks in Liechtenstein

By tomorrow it be mine, with a heavy fine
I blow it on some wine, from 1959
Yeah, yeah, I told you
Yeah, I thought I did

You can't convince me that half of these niggas actually killers

And hold more gold in their hands than academy winners
You know them are kinda haze

more, you know she a fiend

Mopping them up like I'm Mr. Clean
Nightmare, I'm all in your dreams
Popping the seals, pop a codeine
Popping the seals, yeah

i grew spite, reached a new height
Never sated by a loose fight, I'm a kunai
And I hit em with the VRO like it's a blown dike
Now I got her chasing

Recipe
Then ran a few more streets with them JT's

And them Messi's
But I'm underrated, traveled
A rocky road, the greatest story not told
I got your

mediocre
I'm gettin' shit done by doin' more than most Push myself to the limit, that's how I get results
Hit the gym for some squats to build my foundation

brothers for show
You know how that go
I don't roll up if it's not three grounds or more
Who really want smoke

Always been a stand-up nigga
I would never

blow these pipes like trumpets but this drum my favorite instrument
We been up on that score we started small and went by increments
So bitch give me my

definitely more to life
Than you know, just getting by
Just getting high
What did Drake say
Don't get high for the moment, and start the back pedal.
Yeah,

here, I'm talkin' bout a deep throat
I'm finna budge a little, huh, P-Ho
I'm workin' hard, no, I'm not Amigo
We can get drunk, let Drake call some Mingo

15 more rounds still in the tank
Last year I was so close to quitting the game
But fuck that, going down swinging away
Hollywood quality with minimum

the order? Gotta tall take
Tryna triple money like a parlay
Shawty freaky Linkin' up on dog dates

Makin' more money than a mall make
Showin' fake love, gotta

do no talkin
Please ask your man who run the city we they roll models
He got flipped with two drakes, check the autopsy
Wit my EBK niggas, make

wasn't sisters
They were her bros
They're sleep on the couch by the front door
Plus a dog built like a horse on the floor
And ain't no more exits
No back