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smooth
Get to the bag any way I choose
I keep on winning I never lose
I just want em by the two's
If I was an angle I'd be obtuse
Cause I got variety
How

If it ain't money I don't know what you're talking bout
Spend in large amounts I spend in large amounts
VSOP Henny please bring the sparklers out
Spend

slapping the snooze
In afternoons off the wake up and I'm acting obtuse
That ain't a cute way move I'm tryna angle my view
I like it better when it's cloudy

mind on the vision
Cool Nigga mixing poetry with the ghetto
Remember every square Nigga going to work his angles 

The cold shoulder of the world had me

pass

I'd love to spit a verse
I'd love to be a rapper
I'd love to have a fan
But I am only average
How can I advance
Maybe I can add dance
To the large

your shit fuck your clique
Fuck that weird love triangle
Get mad but you don't see it from my angle
Now you ain't my timetable
You ain't getting this

hustle
Don't you fucking knock me

Apply pressure from all angles
To go against it is dangerous
Maintain cause it ain't no thing to us
You niggas claiming

Bun the pain I’m lighting candles
Flip the sitch and I’m talking angles
90 degrees that’s half of the ting
180 that’s the rest of it handled
Bun

That's the cost tho cost tho
Get the sauce up up in my brain
And the pain go pain go
I pour the sauce in
Pour the sauce in
Mixing angles
Baby gon watch

cool

They apply the pressure tryna block the sweat and blood yeah
I be mixing business-pleasure then I sip it up yeah
Someone cut a cheque if you see us

my angle
To see the light by my ankle
Be the wind in my sail and my anchor
To things I might bussagrape for

Like

Dearly invited
Reflect on when

from every angle
223 on my hip I got that heat Volcano
When I'm Super stressed out Im mixing lean with faygo
My Pockets never inna drought I'm countin

Sorry that's just my angle
Probably picky from your angle sorry again I'm unstable

Stuck in my imagination Move in my head, that's migration
Hurt in my

As the sun goes down
The moons comes up
As the stars shine bright telescope we Looking up
I got angles by my side but I got Demons that's with us
I

right, spend the night on the mixing
Missing my life even though I'm in the front seat

She a dark angel with a dark angle
Negative a halo with the Gucci

make it count
Know that shit gon change 
Once they see a large amount
Yea we had some pictures 
But I had to cut you out
I'm out here running plays

as large, to the angle correspond
The vertex half the measure, to the arc that's beyond
If a central angle intercepts, an arc of equal length
To that

We can never forget who we are
I've been climbing this mountain tryin reach the stars
Live life on the edge im living large
Been though hell an back

Kingdom come ya end of days
Demons coming ya got to face
Angles guarding me heavens gate
Judgment come hello faith
Kingdom come ya end of days
Demons

Sitting here for hours
Equipping all my powers
Tobacco in my Rizla and I'm mixing it with flowers
I listen to the beat and the mission is devour
I've

(Rockstar)
(Hah)
(Rockstar)
(Yeah)
(Whoa, yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)

Yeah, mixing up the juice (Up the juice, mixing)
I'm with the dogs, know I gotta let

I'm on my way to the top
And they can't stop me
Ain't trynna play
Let's get it poppen at the party
Smoking and drinking
Mixing Henny wit Bacardi
I

Israel

Are we seriously going to
Go through every country?
Yes, I think it's important

Both the USA and Canada have
Squares in large amounts
But we're

snapping the angles
I know they love me
There's no one above thee
I put her on her on her back
She in love with the bag
She asked to get bent in the back