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on ya house
Where the safe at
I'm my mama first child
Gotta get this shit
By any means necessary
Being strong
Standing on your own
That shit hereditary

having extras by the motherfucking ton
Nigga shine bright like the motherfucking sun
I ain’t got kids but the boy my son
Don’t waste ya time cause I

talk, talk, sip, ball
Body something, hands to the ceiling
If your looking for a story for your girlfriends
Then shots first questions later
Baby turn up

MY NAME IS GOOD IN THE CITY
Young in the flesh, old by the soul
That's what you gotta know
I'm surrounded by greatness
Gold chain, 1st Place him

to see fuck wit see Delores Tucker sex like

I take a sip from my creative well, in this game for a minute
I play this well to win it, ya go to Africa like

Single mother with 3 kids
That just ain't for me 
too much trauma 
Taking meds followed by a drink 
Not going backwards even though she always been a freak

another type of sheep nigga
Finna run it over like I harbor something deep nigga
Yea
Talk is cheap til I hit ya wit my jeep 
Ima reap exactly what I

of Narcotics nigga wat yu want fool
I can tell yu a hater by ya talk too
Everybody smell fear wen yu walk thru
Lame niggas chase ass
chase a bag dude
nah i aint

Do you remember the time
That we first met 
Small talk just to get by
Nothing I didn't expect 
I can tell there was a vibe
By how you spoke

Yeah I don't need ya
Don't need no feature doing my shit ion give a damn
Let em talk a nigga don't care grind all day everyday everywhere
Do what

"I got one taken, I'm waitin' on her response"
Wrote her a 3 page letter, it's 3 days later, never hit me back, she broke my heart
So now he IM'ing

got class on a Thursday
And I barely passed that English class
But I came in clutch with the wordplay
8 years later I'm still whichya
Brick by brick ima

the baby, year later on my income
Tax so a *** could receive mo' income

Been one, I'ma rent some of this game out
Gift of gab, talk you by the slab wit'

go on diet
Eat from ya plate you can tell that I like it 
You thought you was gone bag my chick 
Yea right (Huh)
Cash app or Venmo it's coming by three

sinkin'
I get mad and up the blower
Air this bitch out without me beefin'
When war he can't sleep if he ain't up
On that score
Rich talk baby used to be

a thing by now (like wassup like)
Call me up, later on, tell me where ya hanging out (hey)
What ya thinking 'bout? (hey)
Sushi (sushi), lobster (lobster)

for forgiveness 
Throw em tough love 
I know it’s allll fake 
I never trust trust 
Better off all by myself 
Put a lock on my thoughts 
I keep em all

on like ya 3rd"
"You up in so high you think you a bird?"
Shut up bitch I did this so we work
It's just me, money and problems
Leave by myself never look

please make a way
I wish I could stay, LATER
No puedo hablando, hasta luego
What? Ya need a translator?
What, what, what (i ask'em all the time)
What,

nigga
I ain't beyond domestic violence nigga
This fuck boy shit I see around me
It got me on zero tolerance nigga
You talk to much I don't fuck with ya

Hey Averi, remember that time
You were hiding by the creek when I kissed that first boy of mine
And years later, nothin’ seemed to change
We’re still

told 'em, "Firing pins was separate"
He find out later when he tries to go and rep it
Took a Jehovah money for a Arabic Torah
Charged in advance

Gazzillion Ear

DOOM

Gazzillion Ear

2014

told 'em, "Firing pins was separate"
He find out later when he tries to go and rep it
Took a Jehovah money for a Arabic Torah
Charged in advance

Intro

Mad Lion

Keep Right

2004

cryin later
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