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the middle of the palace
Roast duck served on a crisp bed of lettuce
Back dad brake pads low fat stake ass
Sell it by the pound from Jamaica to Trinidad
Ridin'

ugly you sure you gonna thug with me
(By my side)
Tryna come up on the bubbly
Gotta double what they took from me (That’s right)
Press one button now

on pounds
Lounging at a big property by Fort McDowell
I been stacking my chips like Casino royale
My lifestyle’s unaffordable to y’all bum ass clowns
Tonight

cause I added a drum
These niggas is bums I like fashion
I seen my momma struggle it was tragic
Bullets speeding through the air shit get hectic 
Fuck

it?
Stand by pardners here comes verse four

He was hairy and hairy and scary
An outlaw, a fierce buckaroo
But the posse all called him a pussy

me but this Earth to grind
Slaving on land that was mine from the beginning of time
Fondling the children and starving them by the fence
Not

rather leave but you ain’t hearing that
Letting social media dictate our relationship
Last time I had checked as far as bills, they ain’t paying shit
Made

Why we always gotta wait
Posted in the trenches god im working everyday
Gotta wait till I get paid to cop me what I need but the bills be in the way

president trump
I knew her when she was down bad livin' in the slums
We used to walk to school together payin' no mind to bums who
Cat called her out

by hustlas and killas
Hella bums and tweekers, lotta roaches and leeches
Gotta watch your back gotta watch your side I ain't showin' no weakness
Even

get what he want
Im not a dick but he want me to cum
Starting to think that love shit is dumb
We cannot fuck
If you broke you a bum
Getting them bills

your bills paid 
And you can buy them things first 
Cause shawty don't be
 F****** with no bum tho 
Would you stay with me 
If I was on the run though?

we can see about it

A little kung pao, is how I ride with the drum now
Tight rhymes, spicy hot but them bums foul
I'm rather powerful when I like

Feel like jumping in the deep end
Don’t wanna move wanna sleep
Wish everyday was the weekend
Friends out geeking
But you home alone
Posted by the mail

just a servant, do nothin' but work for me!
Bitch, you my son. I ain't talkin' paternity!

It's too little, too late for this bum nigga BS!
You best get

lie man man ive been slacking 
They said dont follow your passion
How you gonna pay your bills
But the hardest choices
Requires the strongest will
I

go nowhere in life being pampered by others,
You a grown man with kids still staying with yo mother,
Don't be asking me for no rides and don't be

sleep man
She out robbin 
Man give the money up
I ain’t beefing with u bums 
Man y’all weird 
Man U know What’s Up
All she wanted was 30 bands
For a tummy

shit
Too much tricks, manipulation, it feel fake
Instead of like Big Meech you
Could be like Bill Gates
Real cake don't come from
When you deal weight

your bitch
Swimming in her Michale Phelps
My bitch ghetto and pretty and bad with a bag
Make me pull out a belt
Tried to help on the bills
She ain't want

We went back to back
From north to east Columbus
Bout that action
We stackin this paper until it can't fold up
Ain't coming by myself
It's me and Nina

when you see the bum make It out the slum
All my fucks
I been out of em
Even if you doubted him
By now Probably proud of him
Going through the worst

a whole lot of bills but it's not in the bank[01:44.55]Did it all by ourselves we got no one to thank[01:46.30]I done went put a tab on my

could I let you play me like a sucker When every nigga out here really wanna cuff her
This ain't how to be a player, you ain't Bill Bellamy bus your