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don't talk about
Why do you care? She left you behind
That's the reason I'm back inside of your mind
When you were with her I couldn't cross this line
I

your girl being in my phone
She begging me to never leave her alone
Fucking with me you can never be wrong
It's crazy how she knows every word to my

who are innocent of hate mongering crimes
Should run this country and then write me some rhymes
The brain chants crap and riddle my mind
Blinded by

brought me home a daughter-in-law and a grandbaby by now!
If you loved me
You'd be able to fly me around the world like Tyler Perry!

Her precious

up the ignorance, bliss
It could've been so easy Zach, why didn't you just say something?
Because I have to write a song about it
In four years I guess

but I just hit & licked yo bitch
She sending titty pics Quinton they was average but I hit
Then I passed her like assists, then turn around and smashed

wanted to just write something personal and
See where it takes me
So uh, ahem
Here we go
Age 12, saw my mom get cornered in the pantry
Uncle feelin' up her

been too cray in my city, I think that I need a vacay
Might fly to the bay with my bae, tell her sit on my face, Happy Valentine's Day
She asked me, "How

my own universe, don't disrespect by comparing me to stars.
Rap king and god
Niggas always wanna talk wins, but get quiet when we bringing up a loss

about me
See how the white whine about me
Thrown out just cos I'm naughty
But where the fuck is she hiding
Or who the fuck is she riding
Is she drying her

shots killed em pussy shoulda wore a vests

So why tf do I gotta write my wrongs
I just really wanna write my songs
Big 38 bitch it's gone crushed yo dome

Good Time

Youth Group

The Night Is Ours

in the pool,
Which is really on the wall,
I got a color TV, so I can see
The Knicks play basketball Hear me talk about
Checkbooks, credit cards,

write songs almost every night
That's how following your dreams go
Grew my own studio
You didn't know
I was gone write a whole album just about you

that girl, being broken but it's an illness
How you gonna lie about G-check? Anything to get mob ties, I'm sick of these niggas
Don't know how I'm

Hold tight all the mandem inside the place
This is where it is happening yeah
Skepta, Devilman
This is the big clash right about now
This is how

me crash, I'm havin' mo' bucks Ain't bout no cash a no show, I can't show up
She said she fuck me good, she need a bag, I told her so what
Fuck nah,

don't talk, pay me
Turn to the darkside if my
Days ever get rainy
Drain me? Never, not maybe
Yeah I roll with Jamie and I know Sadie
Her she's a cool

spend Pon mi, how yuh mean dats rich
Ina mi jeans and kicks
Finger yuh gyal, never need one click 
She say this longer than a meter stick 

Mi nuh talk

Blingy B, make a nigga write a verse about me
Sneak dissin' then I know I got him stressed (on god)
Takin' dubs, I ain't even from the west
I be actin' out

sugarcoat shit they know BAGG keep it real
Fuck what they talking bout fuck how they feel
I'm who they talk about I get the bills
Niggas be thinking they comp

weird
But, enough about her, she is not relevant
Thank God for music, I think that it's Heaven sent
I wanna live rich, so my dinners are elegant
I wanna

are paid I ain't worried bout shit
I ain't worried bout hers worried bout his
Worried bout that I ain't worried about this
Never play games cuz my minds

in for a treat
Don't compare yourself to me
You ain't better than me
I'll fuck your girl and make her cum she make it wetter for me
If I hear you talk

restroom
Touching on her spine when she lies in my bedroom
I'll fuck her to sleep then time to grind on the next tune
Working so damn hard I don't know when