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might just be the next up in the game
Plant by the industry code word activated me
Cause these fans is eating everything I'm saying
Call me Gordan Rams

meditate
We have no time to waste

Meditation helps you find who you Are
It Shows all yo gifts
It also shows the flaws 
But the feeling its shows over all
Is

Last night
Got drunk and I crashed my spaceship
Just a getaway with this basket case bitch
Saw her by the bar on Neptune
Looking at each other, we

to bust
I could never feel the love
I can only feel the lust
Gettin money is a must
Only thing that I could trust
These hoes only want your money
They don't

enemies
That's your fate, but you still couldn't see
So I'm pulling the strings
To fulfill a vendetta
Break me apart
But I keep it together
Abandoned by

Like (indistinct)
Girl can you, bounce that, bounce that booty meat in that thong
Is that real, is that real baggage or that silicone
Do yo research fo

Spit in the face of Obama
Signed his name after the comma to
Send yo mama some drama
But that shit ain't cool
Nigga shit in the pool
Chase him down with

niggas ain't playing
That's yo bitch she so foul like a flagrant
Fuck 12 I don't fw no agents
Niggas snitching lawyer showing the statements
Same gang

type
Looks like my denim for women cause my shit so tight
Got yo bitch in my kitchen she making egg whites
Having some bad vibes in LA
I went inside

cause these nigga hate
Like fuck that
Niggas get up close I might just clutch that
Henny got me dancing by myself like I ain't kno that
And these pussy

control I’m knowing the route bitch I’m the one that found the bridge got a farm next to my house when I was young I was dying to live got some funds now

a bitch that's barely getting by

In life because these bitches chose ( )

Sum days  u win and sum days u lose

My trust on nun I'm calculating  moves

I'm

a clown
Imma clown
If you ain't fitna hold a nigga down
And yo energy ain't God
I dont even want you round
I dont even wanna hear about these rappers runnin

y'all in every verse and rhyme
My music direct reflection of anger inside
That's why you sing in yours and I curse in mine, bitch
All I know is work

never catch me tacky
Yea yea yea
I had to warn em that summer is coming 
Keep the stick on me they call me a drummer
When im in london they say ima

Bitch keep that pussy clean
I dont like the smell of it
You was the nigga in yo hood if you tellin it

What it do, what it do ay

I really want you
Do you

you peeped
I just be blowing the tree
I knock em' down by the three
Heard that she charged you a fee
It's not a guarantee, if you taking that plee
My

Who said we ain't shiiit bruhh!
(Ain't nobody gon step on my nigga)
U don't wanna shit on ylo bruhh
(Yo we on some 27 shit)
Tryna get the racks up

of the billboard, top 20 in 12 months, and I'm a
Son of a bitch for it, new policy, new apologies, new kingdom, new democracy, I'm a king by
Birthright, not

I told them
Ay I said first off rip Trayvon shawty
Need a three strand twist by the two's don't get my braids wrong shawty
Nigga fuck round step

that I wasting
Stressing out in that basement
Hit the road for them franklins
Try me leave yo ass stanking
Bread on me like I’m baking
No more time can

to spend tonight (Racks)
All I care about is fam, my side bitch fly out to Dubai
But I’m still flyer than her, I do it plug airways (Plug)
Money, power, fame

your plugs from the under (What)
You in a slumber while you talking all that shit you gone run up (Yo)
I grind till the sun up you niggas burnt up
My

choose this race
Just make sure that you're keeping up
Keep yo head up
Go spend a dime and tumble up
I keep my purpose in my head
B/c I'm never giving up