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it better than before'
If you aint know, now ya' know
Texas raised, and Texas grown
Bluebonnets where I go
And every step, they grow some more'
We

a reason
If you don't got green
I don't understand how the fuck you say tis' the season 
Show up to get it, I take or leave it
You look like that guy but

to question if you got my back
I ain't got to worry cause you hold me down
I shoot for the stars and you keep me on track
You hold me down, but it ain't to see

They ain't hear me then all I had to do was speak up
Now I got the keys like Alicia, thank God
Mighta lost myself but I never let the faith die
Or maybe

for em
The key to the streets alicia ain't even ready for me
In Miami with heat im tryna slide & kill all of em
Like i say i rather be by myself
No what

with some more, if you don't hear me, so I split your wig)
(Glock in my draws as I walk the motherfuckin' track)
(Hit me with some more, if you don't

the coffee she been pourin
She used the word "sweet"
I call that shit annoying
Bitch I got work
To do
Bitch it ain't got to do
With you
Yea its just me, don't

right now 
You clean me up brand new 
I can't afford to lose you 
This ain't the life I used to 
My sweetest girl I got to 
Usher Alicia Keys you're my

I'm a gentlemen in my quiet quarters
Tuxedo game on point so hide wives and daughters
Tell Alicia Keys I know about a woman's worth
Shorty eyeing me

then. Eh? What do you mean,
stop pissing in the corner? Well if you'd let me out of this f'king room I wouldn't have to piss in the corner,
would I

you love?)
Brother gone, mama stressin', I couldn't handle that
I took it all, I'm by myself, it wasn't no turnin' back

Hey, you told me
If I gave

a boy if you're bad, let's see
Your dad left home from young
And you ain't done shit for your mom, aw man, aw man
How are you relying on man like gyal?

Ciara
There ain't no bitch I need, you can't love me like Tiara
Got bitches on their knees, and they comin' by the pair
Bust down to a T, Jayla B

to rest them eyes
Stand up and really stretch them thighs
Hit the gym only to exercise
If you don't you might feel compromised
Me I beat the game like it

a chemist with my own concoctions
Ain't always first class, if you know what's poppin' (What you got?)
Like this Dr. Pepper with some jack, no Harlow
In

with a savage
It get crazy where I'm living it's tragic
If you can take it from my
Pocket you can have it
You know I got a body bag in the trash
You know

you don't want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain't got, aye

Still do it, like I'm still broke
Still do it like I'm still
In center hill

you deserve
Swerve, swerve
If it ain’t money swerve
Work, work
We put in work it ain’t luck
Swerve, swerve
Your song lame so I swerve
Swerve swerve

to poison the game
They living lame instead of
Wearing them platinum chains
You can name it I got it
With the shoes to match
And if you beat up on your

if you wit it
Bust back if you dissin
Unless you duck there's no missin
I got my niggas behind me 
And there's more in the kitchen
The demons that

time if all you want is the sex
I know it sounds like a threat
But I'm sorry none of you could ever see me in bed 
And I ain't giving you head,
let me

Got no hook
Got no hook
Got no hook
This track ain’t got no hook
Empty the clip I cock it and reload it
Dead shot with precision all my shots are

ball when it's sunny
Niggas in the stu he rapping money, looking bummy
Like how the fuck you dissing me
And you ain't got no
You ain't got no
I was out

to turn up loud
Uh, '92 'til infinity, just some shit that you ain't heard in a while
I don't give a fuck if there ain't a party
We got a little music