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told me shit's game
Now I'm by the lake on the cellular while I get brain
I'm a citizen, my truck when I switch lanes
Shorty starts screamin', I told

you worsen my trauma
But I can't give you all the blame, shit really started with momma

And I ain't have a father, and I don't think I need him
My

gonja
I'm talking marijuana
Ever since I left the drama
I been seeing hella commas
There won't be a day in my life that I won't help my momma
That I won't

Listen
If I get rich I'll still fuck with my broke friends
And by then all my friends won't be broke no
Got my boy who just cooks he don't mix spices

nigga
I had to use my 6th sense and now I got like six figures
You know I'm in the 1%, I ain't no regular nigga
Negus say they smoking Za but it be

Master Of The House [Les Misérables: The Motion Picture]

Helena Bonham Carter

Les Misérables: The Motion Picture Soundtrack Deluxe

since?

Master of the house? Isn't worth my spit!
Comforter, philosopher and lifelong shit!
Cunning little brain, regular Voltaire
Thinks he's quite

thing but fuck a bitch
Trying to get it by all means
I'm on my shit
Get a whiff of New York scene
If I meet the right mexican
Get it for fourteen and he

Call me on that late night
I was drunk and wasted
Smoking bean stack
Because my heart started racing
I mix my feelings in my wood
I wish I faced it

to sink
Henny mix with Alize
Thug passion I drink
Fuck the love
I just wanna ball till I fall
I never walk alone
My niggas like a sniper
They be around

getting paid
I’m getting up
I’m getting paid (Yea, yea)
Wake up
Get to it
This shit way more than the music
Gotta make sure my momma get through it
Gotta

still gettin' money, mix the new with the old
Cut off all my bitches, they was startin' to get old to me
I'm making money four ways, like a clover leaf

bitch
That's what I don't need, yeah-yeah
I been out getting rich all by my lonely, yeah-yeah

Told your momma that your daddy is a jabroni
Told him

Depending 
How the light hit 
Pull the dick out
And look like a bicep 
Head by her neck 
So my shoulder 
What she biting dog
I’m cold as all hell
Now I’m

a pin, I pick her up and get it in
I lost my friends, I lost my senses in the mix
And momma told me, don't you focus on them kids
You know yourself, you

a surprise (No)
Walk in the store, what is my size (Huh, what)
You cuffed her, she fuck on the guys (How)
Regular nigga, I turned to a rap star
Hop

on my neck, I need a snorkel (Troppy)
These features on my face, it make her double take (Who that?)
I'm not a regular Joe, bitch, I'm from G.I., right by

understand the shit
Shoutout to my momma
Yeah i’m thankful just have you
Shoutout Momma will
Took me in when you ain’t have to
Can’t forget bout jp mom and dad

the opps we slide on they block, I promise we gettin' em gone (Gone)
By the way that she talk she not bout ah bag, so ima just pass to my bro
Was down on my

for the scandal?
Told my momma I'm gon' shine
Gon' shine!
We ain't gonna hold on
Even if it takes long
you gon' see me grind till my feet can't stand

Someone that intellectual, not a regular nigga
A nigga who's more acceptable to give her what she need as a queen
I can provide, cause my momma the one who

these bitches 
I grind for my riches 
That’s on my momma I’m different 
I show love to all of my niggas 
That all of my niggas but I gotta shine on these

the house without that fire by my side
My momma took my first glock 19 gen 5
So I went & grabbed the sig a lil pocket rocket nine

I wonder what's up with my

Verse 1

Just got some bad news, my momma texted me, and said they found a, another tumor today
So now I'm stressing,  but I know a blessing, 
Is

out the boa
Stack my chips like a bag of the Frito lay GTI BME I don't see no way
Got her son momma crying she'll be okay
He was tough didn't think he