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make me your selection
So just send me your location baby that's where I'll be headed
Baby we can rendezvous all through the night at your discretion

Pay me attention my time ain't free
Natural selection the game chose me
Climbing a mountain that has no peak
Only wish on a star if you know you'll

This that top shelf
Coming from a city where there's hot shells
You know that I got it all by myself
They ain't believe in me believed in my self

Pink Pink Pink Pink

He wants me? Oh wow
Like Naomi, he’s not on my level
Can’t he see I’m top selection at the bar?
I mean he pulled up in a Panda,

the game, you know I've been switching the system
I hit the top and I still won't reach my peak, they think that I'm glitching
I'm on another level, up

my ex sewing up my feelings 
Like a seamstress see i thought i killed the levels but i had 
My shit on easy g i need to change the input and just go

of coke and uh
Now he pack a chrome and uh
Top of the world 
Still feel alone but uh

Got a lot to learn
Chirpin on the curb
That's to flip another bird

input like you haven't had enough
Fuck with the image or fetish
Shot into meaning and vanish off

Gripped up handed like fingers
Won't print it up
Enter

gotta stop to fuse
Her bra that’s loose
With little bit of modest moves
And half a nudes
For makin’ her the poppin’ news
And top the views
I swear to god

my confession is depression
 More than just rejection
 Couldn't tell you why I wasn't anyone's selection
 Lost that affection, Built that aggression

that your bitch rap better,
Stupid fuck she got it off my records.

Nigga be playing wit the new devil,
But can’t even get on my fucking level.
I’ll put

section ride perfection driving lessons my direction
Top selections wild collections wide connections my perception
Skip corrections that's a blessing
Bout

lone position 
At home on top like the ceiling crafting that Homer Simpson 
Dope with the pen writing prescriptions for that penicillin 
I'm now civilian

enter draft, I'm best selection
Not a full scripture, I'm left a draft
Go out of picture, my art and craft
R.I.P my heart and crash, they remember me
I'm

in these bars
My story will be fluid
My thesis isn't valid if success is not concluded
The journey to the top the lower levels I can't stoop to
It's

lost myself then found myself, yes I'm a real detective
Your top five ain't valid if I ain't in that lil selection
Your broad outchea giving brain, she

imperfections
He applying damage on the canvas with good beat selections
Everybody talking like they colder, I see through the weather
Fuck your introductions,

say I'm quitting then call me a liar

Alone on my level cuz nobody been this
On my own shit so fuck outta my business
Natural selection I got the most

to the top
Because I've locked it up and lost myself
In the music, won't abuse it
I'll just use it to be a symbol like you did for a movement

So this my

me some top
Damn bitch can you not stay on topic?
It’s done if I dead it
It’s hot if I said it
I daddy these niggas
I don’t get no credit
I big up my

Super clean the wrist on Miles Morales
My taste level miles ahead you need an atlas
Grinding fr Lord Willing like Push or Malice
In Tokyo at Bape

Who's stepping in my section?
Manaman a rebel, I’m against them
Whole another level of connections
Manna got the metal
Did I mention? 9s, MAC 10s, 38s
Oh

Glide

U-God

Golden Arms Redemption

1999

selection for air time
Blow a hole through your brain so you can think with a clear mind
A redesign? of hard rhyme, and slang cracking in spare time

Temple, make it simple
It was the middle of a boom
Sears had a nice selection
Bottom level bathrooms
Par-King had Jungle Hunt, Shinobi Kung-Fu
Across