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to me say fucking Anima
Some battery ain't plugged into y'all
Comparatively suck caliber
I'm by the way can't stop until y'all
Silently play all of my

it crashes
She used to she used to hate that I'm a rapper yeah
Now she say my voice attractive yeah
When she see me I look flashy yeah
When I see

only spreadable as famous
And I'm so close that my soul is shakin'
I see a world that's mine for the takin'
So I'ma sit and project observations
In

disappoint no gal, I'm still in my prime, because I...

CHORUS

Is it a crime to hate the one you love?
When do they stop and say they've had enough?
Are all

braids
Now it's corny niggas and my homie on death row and bitches with they lemonades
But me I'm just not in to hate 
But it's some niggas that wanna see

Do my dirt all by my lonely
All my bitches know we homies
If I pull up wit my bitch hoes better act like they don't know me
All my side bitches in

talk chuck up the duece when you see me rolling by
Cause I dont got no time for talk
Pay no attention for these haters that hate on mine
They just

shit is simply c1
Eh bruh 
I think Devin finally earned an c plus
I should call my mama
Tell her nothing's changed, I gotta
Manifest what I project in my

If I walk down on that bitch know it's gone be a problem
And she keep playing in my face I bout to have to solve em
You think you know me but I

Right now
Only beats by the pound
Getting down on the drum
Here we come
With the song
On the microphone
Let me show you what im all about
Let me show you

coast  gotta Feel Me West Coast gotta Feel Me gotta feel me

Verse 1

When I come around
We About To Get Down
Right now
Only beats by the pound
Getting

THE FUCKS GOOD!?
 
Supply and demand only the best filth
Clients want quality Cambodian breast milk 
I'm the Mufuckin' man blown by these fresh milfs 
While

expect to make a million, when you live to survive?
Had to be by my lonely I had to open my eyes
That what you give is what you get
So play it smart

I hate that for real
Another white man with his hand in my grill
So many people folded on me
I creased
Saints went marchin’, I laced up my cleats
We

And you can tell by the swag so you know it's us
Beat the beat talkin cocky I want my wrist rocky
Pockets on Sumo looking kind of stocking
I see her

Stalking my page, they done got nosey
Why you actt fake
No I ain't going
I open the door in that whip and I floor it,
They used to hate and laugh, I still

hang
With my henny boy swag
I might clearly point that
I be flowing so dope, like that '84 crack
Plus I always had the rizz, this was Way before rap

suckas and smell the roses
By the pitch in my voice you can tell I'm focused
I ain't never dump bullet shells from toasters
I ain't never pump crack

my bezel nigga that’s all ice
Bad bitch in my bed sheets we go all night
A-L-L
WE ALL LIVING LARGE
A-L-L
By the end of the night
If I don’t get my

there was no reason to believe
This project has come to fruition
My friend and brother, Albert Marques (Who's accompanying me on piano right now)
Is

then sit
Projects 3 cars thats a hoodbaby shit
Took over 30 years just to get rich
This God plan I ain't plan on shit
Gotta wipe my shoes I stand on shit

music

Ataya with asresre everyday 
Ataya dabiaa nkoso coming my way 
Ataya with stress
ataya with the coins  3Mo ni akwan debia aden me do by day 
Naka

the eighth, we blowing ounces
I'm snapping super swag
I dodge her and she mad
Start my day off with a snap
(Chat, chat, chat)
Moshine 5 out when I gotta glow

got brass till the gun pow
Better gaurd your girl swag leave her dumb found
Chief Keef smoke grass by the dumb pile
Need to get cash talking money by