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me askin' bout what ten dollars get cha, shit
'Cause I'ma tell ya not a muthafuckin' thing
Where was you when a nigga had his pockets in a sling, boy

Hands on my hips riding shotgun 
Catch a lick of fire 
He a tough gong 

With a jones for you 
I got my eyes on you 
I got my groove back with ya 

Let me

battled but no one's won
Now regret is just no fun
So I'm sorry baby I'm sorry baby
Sorry for what
For breaking my trust
Or all of the nights I stayed up

minded I be on
Lemme remind ya I'm the one
You can be blinded by this smoke
Like a blunt you will get rolled
Move in silence you be gone
Never gone find ya

did it was late as hell
So by the time it came you didn't care it was fake as hell
View's ain't matching up so we ain't got nothing in common
You

I mean this feeling is crazy...
Oh girl I'm tryna freak ya
You gon be mines by the end of the night
I know that your feeling the Vibe
And I'm gon

I Fell but I ain't Fail
Now I'm well
Now I'm well
I set my goals to get a pot of gold
Lil nigga on the corner with a snotty nose
And I live by

don't need to Brag

If you steal ima cut off ya hand
You my bro not no mo
Cause you knowin that shii down Bad

This lil bitch wanna fuck ima pass
Now she

but I don’t want no one else, I don’t like to tell you my feelings keep that to myself, & girl I’m tryna fuck you good my hands on ya waist like a belt.

I want ya dame
Be you nigga and stay in ya lane
Niggas swerve
To get curved
By a bitch with a bad perm
You ain't heard
She for the streets nigga
Enjoy

back and held me by the sleave
Now I'm blowing with the leaves
My heart right out the window
I remember you standing in that mink coat
Cold as ice but

have faith without a hill to die on
Oh would it be great to get some bills I control
Comin'
Through ya
Through the
Fire
Hallelujah
Money
Pride
All on top

the fight
I laid my eyes on you, oh baby what i sight
You lit up a room, now I'm blinded by the light (Ay)
Whoa (whoa)
Need this woman on my throne ya

We spin your block like a dreidel uh
Take what I Cain if I'm Abel yuh
Tell a story like a fable uh
Leave that fuck nigga disabled uh
Shoot up your

ya vibes and ya energy

Baby let's just kill all this commotion
Wanna get you open, yeah yeeaah
Baby let's just kill all this commotion
We need some

the global market
Universe is in the building
Never rehearse, better immersed in the feeling
Observe the beat and get your hands to the ceiling
Get your feet

the failure
Do shit that amazes ya

Touch break over this man
He's gone mad almost a replica of mad max
Dangle him by a thread
This and that on his head
Many

motions got me caught up
Why d'ya keep away
Why d'ya keep away
All the deals we break
Our perfect mistake
Calmer tides the shore collides
But we're together

ya boy, you gon feel protected
Cuz I every move I make, it's always for our best interests
And by the look in your eyes, I got you in your feelings

a fire in the coliseum
Preaching with bloody hands to heathens because we used to be them
We two were headed for the mausoleum
Now we headed for

on a ride like Walt
So either way youre keeping your head and hands down, as if saying a prayer
But God ya'll seem not fear as I'm looking around
Ya'll still

on my sleeve
And I can't keep my cool with you hands all over me
It's hard to slow it down when we're caught up in fantasies
Over-romanticizing all our

It's a stick, not a gar
Need a lick by tomorrow
Snatch ya chain that yo local pawn shop could just borrow
I get drunker than the usual
Wild out

dudes been in treble 
There's truly nothing to gain
I'm just testing my levels

Done with mic checks, 5 hand me the shovel 
Easy 30 for 30, I'm