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to the telly to put dick up in her belly
Yeah she fucking on my mans but no I'm not jelly
Cuz I already passed it on, I already got it already
Mr. No I do not

were by my side, (uh)
I'm moving it differently,
You just can't keep track, (Uh)
Going 100
not even revved yet
Back in the scene
(It's been a minute)

Imma let him (Yeah)
Minusing one from a seven, man we turned our hell to a heaven
Yeah
Twenty twenty, vision clear, Cartier
Some in the front had

release
And I wonder what he gon spit
Cause every time I hear him rap
Is when I start to have that itch
To get back in my bag
Been pressing pause

I'm on stage giving my speech
Looking at the crowd my music reach
Before I go down my list of peeps
First things first, man
I wanna thank me
Yeah, hmm

I'm on stage giving my speech
Looking at the crowd my music reach
Before I go down my list of peeps
First things first, man
I wanna thank me
Yeah, hmm

of my own by five dollars
I just want to share these stories and never take time off it
You hate on imaginary people on Instagram why bother?
All this

probably have
Backhand them like Venus, put that
Beat in body bags, playa
And at the end of the day
I kick my feet up on the
Table it's a beautiful thing

Doing too much
Doing too much
Man you really be doing too much
Buying J's but still on the bus
Following me
You need to adjust
To get to the top

OK, this that mumble rap
We bring it with the dialogue
Take a tumble off that map? Man
You tend to die a lot
One hundred percent true Jedi, yeah
Go get

had my back
Surrounded by sticks, Glocks, and tec

Call that shit, really burgets
Press a bitch nigga, just like a barrette
Draco man, with the banana

Chicago but back to the money.


Why these lames wanna see my pimping fail?
And they can’t believe I’m Pimping still?
The bag that u bought her, it’s

that's a lightsaber

She want a Louis bag plus a new Cadillac
Give that girl a couple stacks, I just want the titty tax
Lickin' on my knick-and-knacks,

making a killing
Start off by stacking a hundred bands run it man got so damn froze
That I'm making it chilly
I'll never switch I'm with my bros I'ma get

Hell Rell:
I heard this nigga was lookin' for a body bag
100 bricks, that's a come-up, rob papi's stash
I'm Jason Vorheas without the hockey mask
Rap

them cbs camera crews 
Third eye woke y’all gone keep on hitting f****** snooze
L’s followed by them M’s
Watch how them commas move
Intervals for those

it up
By get it up, I'm mean them Franklins
We dressed in them suits like a Banker

I keep me an L in the stash
Flipping to get me it bag
This money

warm as West Palm Beach
And before that body drop, I bet TooDope made a tee

My man got killed, his homie couldn't let the beef go
Gotta keep it 100

acidic but I ain't venomous I leave at to the snakes bitch
Copyin obituaries workin on my pen-man-ship
Cause when this album finally drop we finna

yeah
I'm rolling papers bigger than elephant tusks, yeah
I'm on quarantine but the weed man pulls up here
I got a hundred packs of Backwoods
I can

a track

Here's something for an attack
I'd clash you with the clan

I'm the man, Here's the plan
Was never given anything by hand

No Silver Platter man

grandmother 
Doesn't it look like she has a brother? 
TJ reminds me, not to worry bout what man might say 
Talking bout the problem ain't living by faith 
Just

surprisingly niggas wouldn't demise me
Until they see me in that AMG fresh out the bonnie V
The man with badge jumping out trees when we was tryna eat
When it

metal
So let the dust settle
Was already bad enough
Y’all getting bodied
By a man with the Midas touch
‘Cause I’m just to slick
The crew sick
Ima spit so