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own grave
Let me motivate you

Back to business
Hello bitches
Sandra you dey form
I don dey package this your matter
But you go let me fuck
Real life

I've been trying my own best, cuz I don't wanna let you guys down
But I'm kinda lost
I'm lost in the dark, where I need a lot of help
I just really need

in trouble, but I stay up on my hustle
Although this chick offered me some of her cookie can't let my dreams crumble
I got this in a bag
Fall break so

gettin to it huh
Gettin money is a habit
It's a habit
Gettin money is a habit
Tell 'em watch how I do it
Now let me show you how the chips fall
And how I

you talk about me get yo rumor straight
I stay at the top
I don't fluctuate
Tell America to chill out wit all the hate
Time to cut bait
Wit the fake

some fine girlfriends yo let em in gotta pass me the ball if you wanna win
Building my crown earning my way I gots to get paid
Get your money up hustler

find out when I die
But I believe in the God who died for me by getting crucified uh

Did you ever think I'd get this big nigga
Young biggie big headed

trials, inspired by all those who came prior, uh
Put me in the corner and I'll have to show hostility
Never pressured to the point I'd lose my sensibilities

me
I gave you all I had
You could not see
You let us fall and die
I feel defeat
The knife is in my back
I'm falling to my knees
So I'll bury us
Until

Yeah, smoking in London while the snow fall
In another country
So pardon me for the roll call
Damn, who would've thought the fan
Base was this

aye
So fuck it I let em off
I’ma be all on your ass by August they gone be like
Damn this bitch set it off
With the pencil in hand I’m a tiger with

Authority? I thought it should read Authenticity 
You'll know a liar by his praise of honesty
Hypocrisy, the only true enemy
I'll fall first, but what's worse

a bunch of times
Amounts to 40 winks I think right there, yeh?
Don't care anymore
Give me what I came for
Before I fall face down on the floor.

Jesus,

life like whatever
They say im pressed for time
But I don't press the issue
I just stay on my grind
Chain smoking marijuan help me free my mind
What

out catch a pick
I been by myself all the way since a jhit'
Time be ticking it cut like a bomb
I gotta stack this shit up or it fall
I stand on my ego

and with the realness
You ain't gotta tell me brotha look I know you feel this
Devil want my soul, told him no I don't deal this
Go against the current slay

me live
Let the homie hit I'm here to sit
Sip and politic I'm on my shit and maybe hit if I'm not to lit by like 6 
You got a man? i hope you don't

my drugs
I get a call and drop me a package off and greed fall away from my lust
Every referee and nigga in the stands focus hard and wait for my

still love me?
If I didn't dress the best, would I look ugly?
Don't be mad at me, there's just certain things I gotta know
I been hurt many times by these

False Ideas of Perfection

Bloody Sunday

To Sentence the Dead

in the air I breathe
Communication is a source of corruption
Impress false ideas of perfection

I won't let you cry for me
You think my faith is built

what a prayer do (Uh)
You let me fall, that let me know that I'm unbreakable (Uh)
Your sink full, that let me know how that ate at you (Uh)
Come see my

shoot a nigga then you'll call the cops
Pull that on me I'll let it loose and make your body hot
I'll grab a chick and let her know I'll make her body

on yo head

Don't get mad at me because your family's lazy
Sleeping with the whole block until she has 8 eight babies
With, nine fathers and only 2

gotta let go B, so your inner Kobe quadruples low stream
Don't you give up in this moment u locked in, force in that last energy that holding
On to! Now