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on shit)
I'm bout cake they all in my mix
Enough on that, so I'm back to this 
Good vibes my preferences
I done seen the worst like a pessimist
So I'm extra

off like I didn't pay my electric bill
Love a bad bitch with sex appeal
Ain't worried about no record deal
Record breaking numbers, what I'm expecting

empire state
I'm King Kong in this empire state
I’m King Kong in this empire state
Burn bridges down and by us
Make no mistake nigga make no mistake nigga

path
Been focused on mine
Nothing's perfect but it will be in time
That's why I sit here and smile
Always felt
My dreams aren't big enough
If I don't

to get mines, or die trying to make it

Love what I have, I just don't have enough of it
Run me a bag up and I'ma double it
They ain't got passion, their

Fake love.
They counterfeits, listened and watched from a distance, ain't support shit
Yah yah yah, will I get that money, man I hope so, yah yah
I've

Aye
Neefers aye
Boy I remember we was doing this hoe in a dorm room
Me, kleo and famousjaymous yes sir
Just like that
Check me out tho alright
I say

to see reality
So I'm gonna fall in love
Give out a lot of trust
And prove to the angels that I am enough

history
They want you to think it's a mystery
Cause most of it was black misery
Well we gonna talk about it
So sit back cause this rap ain't quick
This that

bout as big as you goin get
The money never come but they sure pay respect
And that ain't paying bills unless you cash a cheque
Running the block got you

carpal tunnel 
Coming up fast man I keep a burner
Money come fast but love come slow
When I get on everybody can't go
Put one in the air for my big bro
I

gambling our future on
Nothing but a little bit of black coal
Dug out of a black hole 
No cash goes back to the black owners
Everybody love it when they rub

Is out forseen by thousands
Most of your favorite artists in the country
You ain't gonna see me around them
Four and a half bags for this feature

Em7/B         A7sus4             D 
And this really ain't a song about Linda it's just a song about what's coming down

Repeat Chorus

parents never had to deal with
But we both know you're smart enough to navigate this crazy world 
You define who you are, no one does that for you
I love

down on my dick I been loading them choppers and sticks but he told me ain’t lit enough 
Bring out the fire then load it up
All of these pakis talk big

at the pew
Still, I hate to stand by and watch this darkness ensue
As it looms over me sitting in this dark room
Just know
Whatever you going through right now

slumber
In guilty conscience, they comfort
Send couple shots under covers
There ain't no cop we have love for
This corporate gain that they lust for
Is

thuggin'
That's influenced by the streets
Never love nobody but my heat
East side brothers don't hear me though
They'd rather get shit twisted and gossip

Tom Brady is single. Ladies its true
Facts or fiction? You tell me. I'll ask you (Okay)
Yeah, Mr. President's dead, shot by Donald Trump in the face
Was

did this shit with no fucking sense
Independent bitch i got to win
Momma ain't raise no hoe I got a bitch
Shotta flow so I got a switch
Lot of hoes

Yeah
in this game of life I ain't nothing without you
Nothing without you
Thank you Lord for all you done all you do
Thank you Lord
Thank you Lord for

species but i beg to differ
Aiming for the big dipper
Kodak or Picasso this picture get any clearer so i take multiple snaps and add a couple filters
Prayer

love you but I guess I'll wait 
Vagina is designer you deserve front page 
Ms Mona Lisa with your god like features let me show you what this love about