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like a scepter 
By the gram only way I measure
Uh

Don't come running like a bro 
Once I make the radio
All these bitches they just fake 
Only want me

you'll ever be
I'm just trynna see your awareness grow
By any memes necessary, yo
And if I don't act, it's cause I have been doing a lot of thinking
So

a records ain't nobody want to spin
A lame weak broke boy I was never one of them
They be rocking fools gold no it ain't gone glitter
You don't know by now

for you to start testin'
Gimme a Smith-N-Wesson I'll have niggas undressin'
I'm rollin' with a mob and runnin' from the cops
Drive stolen cars

for you to start testin'
Gimme a Smith-N-Wesson I'll have niggas undressin'
I'm rollin' with a mob and runnin' from the cops
Drive stolen cars

a tax evasion
Giving niggas cuts
Like I was the radio station
But the only clip I'm airing
Is aluminum cases
Like the county
You better be where I'm

words boy 
StickUp pull up on yo block and you gone pull off in a hearse boy aye 

She know I'm not a lame 
Let her call call me by my name 
Told her I

on like a real nigga
And they all still with us
Seen too many trill niggas fall to
Let you bitch niggas beat me
'Fore I take a loss they
Gon' have to RIP me

when they saw you got them Ms?
They was hurt and they was wounded, I don't think that they gon' heal
Some gotta get cut off, some niggas you gon' have

get it any means. The world a lie
The world said we poor but the Lord say otherwise
You could only have a dollar but you still be rich Christ
Jesus paid

Baptized In Fire

Kid Cudi

Baptized in Fire

2016

Easy, back up, turn your radio
Turn your radio off
Watch me now, baby, baby
Uh uh, uh uh

Bitches in my ear, they saying they love me
You don't

Bust a Slug

Wu-Syndicate

Wu-Syndicate

1999

and solemnly swore
To my boy, give my last call, pass the shoe horn
Don't shoe guys, come, we move on, told you must prove on
3 on ya bally cleaner, who

waiting with ya
I'm just a artist and I'm trynna paint my favorite picture
See by your drinking habits I know you a babysitter
You told me you can't have

You give me my sense of direction!
Been a while since we shared a second
Maybe this can reach your heart
Secrets de soul or
Maybe you don't have to call

me
She say "Lil Skrt, you decieve me"
Now I keep ballin' like repeats
I see my money in threety
Now I keep ballin' and scorin', ooh
I could have played

(psst)
Before you saw the popular vote
You scared that the world'll leave you if you rockin' the boat
So you don't (pussy)
All aboard, now you safe in

Salty yea you salty, I don't want to hear no sorries you lost me yeah yeah

Shawty she be capping call her Caepernick
Fake friends come around I aint

it through
(Oh no, whatever will I do)

It's never enough no it's never enough
See my hand? You'll never call my bluff
No, It's never enough for me

jaw you
Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit
I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe
I'm tired of all you, I don't mean to be mean
But

and how I was now ready to throw in the towel. He says, you know Elizabeth, A&R's don't know what they're talking about and I've heard your songs

as me
I'm everywhere, I'm your nightmare, you can't get rid of me
Call a Uber, turn on the radio, mad you're hearing me
"Him & I's" on, mad you

some head (ugh, ay)
Gettin', gettin' some head (who'd have ever thought this would make it to the radio, man?)
I was gettin' some head
Gettin',

a hoe in check like Busta. 
I put the weed up in the gar and let it burn like Usher. 
But I don’t buy bags, but I get it by the bundle. 
Like a team full

Talking bout that
Like.. don't even get me started

Had to tell her calm down
You're gonna get sum
Heartbreak
Not for the faintly hearted

Your drip
Would