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of Tropical, damn
Now I'm popping wont go back again
All them problems made me who I am
I'm gone turn up for my little man
All the things that I seen, man you

famous
Don't look at the bill take my money and pay it
She calling me baby you know who they blaming
There's no way to fake it they know what I'm making

my baby sent you to your maker
We take a trip to Bermuda Jamaica
Beautiful lady blow Buddha by acres
Rude attitude so she cool with a gangster
Send me

could my people really be laughing
paying attention to what he was saying to keep from crashing (baby)
Baby let me throw my ashes
I was thinking of I

I Never Thought

Divine

Fairytales

1998

would make every one of my dreams come true 

Baby  there ain't no need for you to worry 

'cause you can turn your back on me 

You know that I'll

And every time I'm finna buss she catching it like the flu
Keep my hands by her waist I be loving her shape
The x gave me super powers but I can't wear a cape

or shame, just baby scream my name
No love in that game, just oceans of pain
The fast lane, the last lane, my poor brain
I grasped the flame and found it all

baby
It won't all just a lie, blame it on the stars that made me
I'm a Pisces, so I'm sensitive, my Cancer moon be crazy
I be holding onto things that

of the hour
No one is safe, tropical shower
Blood on the pavement, finding my power
Food on my plate, I chomp on the chowder
Pardon my taste, smoking the powder

mention us
We don’t sweat nothing its going to happen if it’s meant for us
Conversing about the dollars baby no it don't make sense to ya
Had to get my mind

#2:  It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1:  Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:

An adolescent packed a weapon
Right by my abdominal
Cops come
Vamanos
God's son delivers like dominoes
Only reason that I even rhyme and flow
GPA Geronimo
Death

at the top, top, top
Full Metal Jacket pop, pop, pop


My nature is naughty, making my best album at the age of forty
Some offer me dough just to record me,

play her part
Promise girl I'll keep your hair, nail, gear all up to part
Feel like Lil Baby of the hood 
Car come w/ no keys push start
Always losing my

tropical/ stand too close need a pop sickle/ so you can cool down Im exceptional / and I am a savage THAT u should know/ I am so dope that I can’t be

boats and gurbs you see me
Got a baby chandelier shining on my white tee
Dripping sauce Ragu could never be me
Making plays in the game, I don't need

see hella bands

I do it for the struggle
I do it for the hustle
Ain't got no hand outs
So I got it off my fuckin muscles
I gotta baby mama
I try

around here Mayne
Sensation know am saying
I done peep the scene
Every Tuesday boys getting did with no Vaseline
So I already just do my solo thang (Me

the signs of danger
Tropical flavors filling her lungs
I can taste it on the tip of my tongue
When we bout fuck uh
Don't lie
I know you miss it
They gone love

around here Mayne
Sensation know am saying
I done peep the scene
Every Tuesday boys getting did with no Vaseline
So I already just do my solo thang (Me

some bud
Then I got the smoke

Dolla dolla
I stay making deposits
Stackin baby
You know that I got it
Stackin baby
I Stay on my noggin

Your last nigga

in my bitch
Create my first born
Bout to fuck on ya bitch
Create my third porn
Martin malcom muhammad
Over indulged on a tropical mountain
Breath smell

Suspended but the
Streets still open my shop
Hours Extended black
Folks Beefing the Fences
We need To mend it ‘cause
Together Baby That's some
Shit that

in my dockers
Must've been the THC up in them fucking topicals
Ion give a shit I got an eigth of something tropical
Filling up the blunt it kinda look