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another one
Eyes lit up when, ya' saw I bought a betta' one
Love my dirty drawers, n' drink my bath water
It shouldn't matter if I'm broke, you still outta

cuz she bad I won't because I know she broke
If you ain't talking bout getting money then baby what you text me for
Tryna slide off in them thighs I'm

like D Wade
If my son turn out gay
Tasha tell me just pray
I ain't puttin down a gun
I'm fitna buy one legal
So the next body could be justified
By them

the game by
Rigging it in your favor or you will die
Abort the mission for a tactical retreat
But the trap'll still spring if any rapper deems to step to me

it wont be for a while
but if tomorrow never comes let me cherish this now
and this one here it aint for the world
hell naw this one here's for my

when i was broke i was still getting fucked
I got lit on my own never needed no luck
Dont be calling my phone if you dont want the stuff
Mama know that

YO, BRO WHERE THE FUCK YOU AT? YOU NOT GON BELIEVE WHO THE FUCK I JUST SAW BRO. YO THIS NIGGA JUST WALKING BY, YO ITS THAT NIGGA-
4 million plays I turn

eyes
Can’t stand this
No literally
Can’t stand kid
Near future was so candid
Broke rubbers
Nah I Planned it
I figured If I
Identified
My weakness
Then

Finna roll me up a mill' and
Take it all in cash, send ya later

Everybody hates you when you good
Where you laid at
Know you niggas get misunderstood
By

day by day

That's just some shit my brothers say
I done sold my bags then the drive-thru at Chick-fil-A
My niggas ain't really tryna talk, they'll pull

a student. 
But Queens get the money, it was written, I'ma prove it. 

(Verse)
This is who I am on the daily. 
The younger me would tell me I don't think you

, air it out
And you hit me like a bullet
I'm dead now
If I gotta tell the story, we gone start from the start
Baby was running down my lane, I had

, air it out
And you hit me like a bullet
I'm dead now
If I gotta tell the story, we gone start from the start
Baby was running down my lane, I had

Marciano on a snow day, cold play
Math rock, soda, no cocaine
I'm always surprised by the co pay, sick
Once they broke open the safe
A newspaper

to a lick
If I don't got chauffeur
Hop out the whip
And I'm taking my shirt off
Lighting this wood
It's hot
But I'm still tryna burn down
I played the game
So

what I see
Look
I used to hustle
By the boulevard
You know them
Winters hard
Cold weather
Timbs on
Man you know the god
But I ain't never fold
Or ever

her wet, I make it jump just like a dolphin
I get money over seas that's why, these niggas can't fuck with me I got ties
And these broke ass haters I

don't make it obvious

You wanna know what glory is
You wanna feel glorious
You're cog in a machine
And it will stop

If we change direction
Fuck

They said I shouldn't be here, but I made it, I did it by putting me first
Everyone talking again, wait til I cop me a Benz
Then you gon' wanna be

talk again
No
We won't laugh together again
No
No late drives, no sitting under night skies
Drinking the night away with no care if we don't find our way

a clown
Lookin like a clown
Bust a fuckin' round
Bust a fuckin' cap
I don't play around
Bust you in your head if you ever fuckin' yap
Round 30, all my ass

selling out in bulk & I ain't going to stop
I keep a fake line for bitches, they be blowing up spots
And if this shit collapse, fuck it dawg
I'm holding

this rap thing you know I'm ganna take it
It's M-O-B bitch even if they're fully naked
Going hard cause I'm irritated sitting at home
I roll my own

to finish it
Broke my mental chains and now I’m limitless
No time for no delays I'm into this
No time for no delays I'm into this
He makes money
I make