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Mm-mm
I just wanna be with you
I’m tryna clean up my image
I just might
Yeah
Wanting me slide down
They wanting me slide down
I just might slide down

this freedom how can I explain?
I told Muni in that cell "come we try escape"
Free to not be a number call me by my name
Now I'm free to run the game

licemares to Nick 
I'm the next DJ Quik or even Doc Dre
Get people who rhyme like O'shea 
Bring the f*cking Ren flow, then people be like no way 
People say I

the perfect match
Cause you gave me what I lacked
And you vice versa
But thinking that you changed was a mistake I made worser
By this time I'm sure that you

in 
Leamside, Deadalive, make your night a blessing
I'm fine baby girl, but your guy's a weapon
I'm fire baby girl, why your guys be sweating
I'm fine

Little baby with the brown skin
Seen your ass for a while, Saw you coming from a mile
I was waiting for the time when
I caught you walking by, Look

that funded c.d.'s
All your gonna-be wanna-be, gonna punish me please
You got me laughing, I'm asking if niggaz wanna be Steve
Harvey, no you're hardly

where I'll be by the end of the night
Like uh, we get sexy
'Cause the sex with me is like a recipe
So I'm scraping the plate in a first class seat
In

where I'll be by the end of the night
Like uh, we get sexy
'Cause the sex with me is like a recipe
So I'm scraping the plate in a first class seat
In

I'm running miles with out a doubt man I busting it
Free my brother though man I wish you was with me
With all the bitches we be chilling like we pose

wild
I'm gonna keep it 100, and I ain't telling no lie. Yeah, she might be from the hood, but she's that classy type
Let's enjoy this high while we

tap, I'm trapped
By fat gals with gaps and gats, they wanna know what I pack
Swear on my life I lack, please step eight miles back
No don't sit in my

the pieces all together by the end then what's the point in trying to finish
No I'm not suicidal
I'm flipping through the Bible feeling like a new disciple

go to your house takes me the whole damn day
I would drive a million miles to prove I want to be your man 
But it's kind of wasting time, girl I've

to insist that you at least work your wrist
Cuz my situation's getting hard may I have an assist
Even if it's to be with your crip zit covered lips
I'm not

Point your hand to the clouds while you walk the mile
Be a pioneer like a newborn style
Like a newborn style

He's been there all along
From the moment

sorry I hardly ever got harmony
I'm not really a singer, I'm not even good as Cardi B
My sharpened teeth will start to bleed
Harvesting on your arteries

Used to be thirsty, now I'm off that sour tip
I'm over water with the chick from custin Powers playing battleshits
Turds float, but I obliterate hope
So

wanted too

Tell you what I'm gonna do
Put my niggas on and every song I gotta flow like flu
Niggas ache to hear the truth

Shit I paint up in the booth

to be
The way she got me feelings like an angel came and sent for me
But now I'm feeling lyk the devil tryna send for me
Miss that hotel rose petal typa

an instance you’ll be lost by tomorrow 

Seem the only time we talk is when i talk on song 
See we used to have a spark, my only spark is my blunt 
Yeah i need

the homies with me
If I gotta sacrifice so I succeed well shit I'm wit it
Cause I'm tryna chase this money stack this green and see some figures
By any means

ready to wrestle the rock
Pull it together I'm sending the jet and it ain't gonna stop (Woah, woah, woah)
Better be quick with the draw when it's hot

where the eagle's flying higher and higher 
Gonna be your man in motion
All I need is a pair of wheels
Take me where the future's lying St. Elmo's fire