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up in my spaceship
Hit the loud in my spaceship
No time for contemplating
Floating by the milkyway
Skin sun kissed
Like a milkyway
Caramel complexion

To Bethlehem, be not afraid
For there you'll find this happy morn
A princely babe, sweet Jesus born

There were three wise men from afar
Directed by a glorious

tie like shoe laces
’42 come by the cases
Told the b**** send her location
LS3 Motor might race it
I got that white like I’m racist
I want that s*** I

and about just what you do
Salute to pimp c but that aint me
I respect the southern artistry for the 3
K that i spent back in the day to imitate 
How can i

Ahhight?
This is how it all set it off...like this

I was the black baby that got opened off a black three-eighty
This black lady, in a black Mercedes
Pulled

me
I'm way at the top, no stopping me
I stay with the gang, no pop in me
I'm in my own bracket, boy you can not fuck with me
Gold chain on like Mr.

hand hold up
What I do turn to fucking stacks
Real killers by my side they cut you up just need a text
Got credentials like a fed aye gold bars in my bag

a 3 for the life of me (Hell nah)
It's gonna take a lot more than genius
To get behind the lyrics to decipher me
I'm tryna be rich
Not look the part
Too

want the chives
Rather cheese and chives
Stop playing with lives
You gon’ feel some knives
I don’t fuck with lies
And you think I’m blind
I ain’t three

the waves
I don't follow roads am only paving the way
In these latter-days
Looking for peace man am at ease
Hitting all the right notes on the keys like am

endless road
Allah protect my soul
Cause all that glitters on niggas necklaces isn't gold
A rose from a concrete grows and then it blossoms
My stepmother

tends to kill your soul
& days go by and we just get older
Only wanting to break the mold, but
There's doubt & pain we shoulder
We should keep the goal up

life on the line what else you want me to give
Even thinking that this war was wrong I move along
Just did my 3rd tour it's the same ole song
By the time

Call me Flipp or the Dennis
Now this gold boy stick by my decision
Fuck niggas different they call this the vision
They lose the image of keepin'

cruising on by
From Steeles Avenue to University line
I'm living life one day at a time
I gotta keep going till I get what's mine

I could care less 'bout

Fade away wanna take my heart
Away ayy I don't play
I just want you stay
Away ayy night and day
She gone freak
And I I'm a thief and I I I
She just

up your head he sent hid holy son
Yashaya led by example he crushed all of the test
His culture can not be cancelled israel you holy and blessed

Be

fucking like it's nothin'
Silly ass nigga still cuffin'
Gold on instinct, hard in the
Paint, andre Drummond, fuck it, whoa
I don't need no motivation
My son

the malls these
Days I'm to picky
Saint Laurent shades gold chains
With the baldy a
C at 65 bumping Still Callin
Other People Money's ya bitch
We still ballin

count, you ain't from the turf
It's a nigga wit' a attitude down the hall
Smoking weed, playing rap, writing on the wall
I invented rap and roll by

featuring Choclair  Black 1  In Essence  
[Choclair]  

Now on the twenty sixth  
The day after the holyest  
I met this dark skinned black  
Girl

Rubber bank rolls back like fools gold
Masses heading west to Los Angeles
Told them they were the best back in their little nest
Somewhere, nowhere but not

cus these days y'all don't give me enough credit,
ima do the math for you every time
I multiply the bag by 3,
we gotta eat, we gotta feast

u know how

yeah, yeah, yeah
Ski, ski, ski, ski, ski, ski, ski

Cruisin' in the Lamb' truck, I'm smokin' on Runtz
Three-hundred dollar, man, just for the fun