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booked
Forty years all over a suicide mission
I'll be fifty-eight when them niggas get out of prison
Whether by luck or fate
I could've been in the system

say they mean
I call it hungry pains
When we gone eat again
I wanna make a name
Don't know bout fame
Got the world in my hand
But what I gain
Can't grow

I'm fishing for A Pike and Bitten by a Wolf under the moon Though I'm Thinking like a like and You may Like It
My shoulders tensed I Rub and I get

shoot
Sometimes beautiful's ugly and the
Heart just isn't cute
You could hang me by my
Art if it's the noose, craft

Uh, these funny rappers blow

a lot but still dropping them jewels
Talk tough on the internet trynna be cool
But niggas will tell like Tekashi will do
I'm in it to win it I'm not bout

Ima pull up in a new whip bad bitch had to get a bag quick
Woke up feelin like a savage and I'm 21 no savage

I'm the type to steal ya kids toy

can tell just by my walk
Ian neva looked at prices on anything that I bought
Finnessing all these niggas and you know I don't get caught tff
Neva gave

sun-kissed by the heavens
Out this world by design
A million kisses from vermillion lips
Her figure blessed me out of orbit
So divine
But, uh oh, uh oh
Houston

in the past
I Said it you get it
Forget it
By the time I'm upgraded
You niggas are stuck in my class yea
Okay I gave em a year
Now it's too late

hit em
Taught to leave a mark like a hawk go ahead and get em
There's always gonna be a little criticism
Even I admit it I ain't perfect got my

left
See I'm the type of nigga
Ride for my team
And ima grind and get it
By any means
Boy you fuckin wit kings
No rookie been doing my thing
They know

around paper make her twist
Make her flip take a sip, man swag make it drip
Bound shorty grabbin down by her ankles for a minute
Ain't fuckin wit that

an art, this shit like a museum
I start working hard my pockets increased
Ain't worried bout sleep, I been jamming for weeks
Get a bag gone, staydown

maniac I got a couple side hoes
Bullets mark yo body up like vitiligo
Live by the gun die by the gun that's just how life goes
I'm just a dirty south nigga

who'll be leaving a mark
Hop on the plane
Don't know where we're chartering
Smoking my weed
I'm sipping Bacardi
Know that I'm blessed
I see in the dark yea

and Im gifted
My talent is driven
By goals and ambitions
Not money and bitches
So hop off my dick
Or get put on my hit list
Don’t be riding my wave
Or I’m

I been hunted by you everyday my life's Been living hell now feel yourself get 
Confronted by me you'll be punted back into 
The depths from which

when it comes to others
P enough to mack up ya mother, cooler than the AC in the summertime
Bout time Gumpy get back on his fucking grind Dreamer's Tape

Swimsuit Edition from '94
Slam Magazine from '96
Shout out Ceerock
Spy Music Mega Mall
Wavy Dream Team
Vanity
WBz
All the crews man
Let's get to these raps

normally
Uhh, Uhuh
In the mornin
Mean more to me
Uhuh, Uhuh
Been so sick catch
A cold in a desert
Say u bout you
Buisness but I'm
All for the pleasure
X mark

a quarterback
Here's an honest review
I got some feedback
You only dip your toes in
I'm submerged in the ocean
Surrounded by sharks
Steady makin' my mark like

Back when me and Jay would talk about life
Now we hit the mall and ball, no second thoughts about price
A Spartan by mics, them soldiers march as I

start by gettin' busy
Tell my lawyer, "Go and get it," got a quarter on it, cash
And shit I be in the 'burbs, still'll thump a nigga ass
Bring my pipe

wigless 
Shit can get ugly but we really end shit
Yeah you was there but that bitch she ain't do shit
Waving these pistols like bitches won't shoot shit