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on the road
But my girl of 30 years
Said I'm just reaping what I've sowed
 
This old town is full of money
It's been pretty good to me
But by now the ground is

was pretty fucked, causin' trouble
So I wouldn't blame her
If she woulda wished that she got me aborted
But we straight now, right now
Food up on our

man Grand Puba
If suckers try to flex they'll get twisted like a tuba
Never cause trouble, that's not my style
Always on the move, stack papes by

it's sad, so old, where's the control? 
Think you prove by how many guns you hold? 
Imagine, raised or reduced, out there with battle scars 
In the wrong

when I'm with you
Trouble holding my liquor
Passing out in your kitchen
(It's bad)
It's always 5 AM when you call me
Different day, same story
Hang

BADA BADA
YOU KNOW THE VIBES
Drink good Chop life
Ain't nobody worried on this side
We be getting money by design
On the inside , No disguise
You

fuckin' and it's not with you
Does that make me who I am? Or such a fuckin' fool
Get a good thing going on and then you think about it
Leave that well

like real often
With no intention of stopping
I'm not here for a long time
Imma zoom by like a comet
And everybody so opinionated
I scroll and like all

gone stand by me
Thats why i love her unconditionaly
I get in trouble
She put the house up
To get the bail money for me
Give my label my heart my kendy

been feelin' like a walkin ATM
And at the moment I'm just cashing in on all of y'all
I'm just trynna ball (I ball)
Won't let no car troubles get in my

She ain't even ask me how I feel, she went a-
Ahead and put that booty on that Gucci belt, Woah
Wasn't by chance, she wanna dance with a bold one
Toe

low
Later soon I'll go from silver to gold
Being all humble, dealing with struggle
Stuck in my bubble, with all of my troubles
Crashing at parties,

not yet lost. I know this to be true
Because I have walked the path with the one
Every man wishes he had by his side
Intelligent, sexy...more important

that nutty motherf**ker
With a bundle of cashews

In his head, I just sled
As the jungle unravels
With my satchel, my lasso
I jumped on my camel
Set

there's gonna be trouble
Ain't no since in takin' a chance
We was gettin' up gettiny ready to leave
In somebody grabbed o' Jim by the sleeve
It was this

I live like a king in my castle all alone
I cut off all my friends since I'm ready to die on this throne by my lonesome
I use to struggle with this

with the Malis
Touch one, them man are coming like the army
Birthday girls getting gassed at their parties
From the hood to the big screen like Afolabi

me warm

Oh like a message from a prophet
Her voice has emptied my despair
Oh Lord, I have trouble just believing
The way I'm swallowed by her stare

a struggle you already in a bubble don't be digging up trouble
5 o'clock with the chin stubble
Looking ahead through the Hubble
Double vision and a couple

the devil, it's double the trouble
Don't hand her your heart, don't love her
I bet she gon' run with your shit and gon' fumble
This shit's like a plant you

it right back
I was all by my ones
So tell me how you know me, girl
How you know me
I was all by my ones
Double up my cup
Solve my problems with

the morning light
We down here smoking with this Tremé shit
You can tell by the tuba that we got a new hit
Now it's Mardi Gras morning and we down in Tremé

told him 

Bout this little Mission they can score

Fuck it 

He gottah get this paper some way 

Said he gottah leave 

If he don't pay  his rent by

really ain't sad
I'm living my way through all that I'm cravin a shawty with a back fat
To cover in blisters her neck tat we startin it off on the floor