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I see you by yourself, independent and it's cool
You inspire me, but you know, you're my muse
You unwired Me, guess that's something you defused
I

going back 
I got a taste of the life 
Now I want it every night

Generic G he be passing to me
Passing on you by a lap or something
No pit stop we're

trap
You done talked yo self up out dat snatch
I got dat cunt eating out my lap
Tax tax tax you cheesy lame whatcha know bout that
Boss ball wit da

don't fuck with you rappers
Never had trust in a rapper, (Nah, nah)
And all y'all bitches who be dating these rappers getting fucked by these rappers

I

shit on
Every single one of them niggas
That we don't pick
To live this lifestyle with
Shid, I'm talkin' laid back
Sippin' on some Rose packed in some

a dumb-ass I ain’t playing
Game with your young ass i’m on the lap
I ain’t got time for no gun stash
Being shot
That’s a cold thing to live through
I tell you

regular
When we makin' a club banger
Goin' live when we jive showin' good and bad behavior
So we will never have time for no haters
When we arrive in

Protect what I got, niggas will kill to be in my spot
Imagine my life when I get to the top, keep to myself cause I know what it costs
Walking like

two
Check it one two check it check it one two
Check it one two this the victory lap, can't undo
Get your fucking tickets and check into the venue
Take

she live in my lap
Nigga ain't pimping, just love women
Diamond cloud linens, cooked in the kitchen
Graduation from trapping to shipping
Wanted Benz

chest
With her asleep in my arms, I started praying and hoping
That nothing ever happens to the most precious girl I'm holding
I stood on top

you live at
Creep up where yo kids at
Leave you leaking out that chin strap
I been black at the core
Laughing at Saw
If grab a gat I’d strap up with

walk in the room
I'm on go I hit the gas
We don't play by the rules
Early morning from a lit night
He said he love the way it sit right
I come alive
When

out; know I'm on top of it
Don't spill my blood; you'll die over a drop of it
Gimme lip you not gon live; I'm quick; you the opposite
Am I scared

top
She call me a fox, didn't know that he could talk
Runnin' a lap on the block with Clark since I could barely walk

Put me inside of a box, try

a better son
She probably hate my guts but I know it's with love
Raised by the streets with the g code but I ain't a g doe
And if you faking gangster don't

lifted all day
No sudden movement couch locked too zooted
Awww shit booted up no PC
Lap top from that thot you wanted to bang
You shall not pass
You shall

on the gas
Twelve catching up
I'm gon floor it
I grabbed the bull
By it's thorns now I'm soaring
I'm going so fast
Ain't slowing down I see the improvement
I

Top down we could ride out
Oh you summertime fine baby let me find out
We could sip a little wine if you tryna wind down
Bring you back to my house

I tell them to chill out
They answer like bell hop
Think im funny no Chris Rock
This is hiphop
And I'm tip top
Go get fought
The real sees beyond

Gas me up to move to the top
Pass by you I’m beep beeping
Both legs hanging out the window
They don’t know that I’m knee deep in
Jump out the box like

Keep a separate deck of cards
My entity a mystery 
A young mogul 
Top of totem poles
380 by my scrotum
Put my trust in energy
And I can tell if you not

them shoes
They talking about us like we on the news
Baby i'm up, you know what i do
Everything better when i am with you
When you by my side i'm unable

we all gotta tussle wit 
But the pain made me strong that's how I got these muscles bitch 
Started from bottom ain't no limit to the top 
Run this