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back in due time
So if I am silent know I'm plotting my rise
You potato's I'll burn ya turn you into fries
Then eat you on up with a drank and a lime

I got a bee in my bonnet 
And it'll sting ya if he knows you too well

Why can't we just get along
Days run by while we dream alone
Hatred fits us

to keep it low key
Like the bottom lock
My hand on ya waist
I won’t make you look stupid
Boo that’s never the case
And ya neck I would taste
This shit ain’t

He wants you to grow
But you first have to know
His word and understand
That it's only by his hand

Give your ear to him 
And listen 
Listen

I wanna

you're awake
Ya know like to me
Hustle is maximizing the energy your putting into something
I'm blown away by people saying that they're hustling
And they

for two of Ya, and the shoulder's cold
 
A shooting star, a speeding car
I thought we were supposed to make a wish
But one comes flying by
And you go

camera, action
My vision is filming
The game in my hand
Im constantly killing
Surrounded by bait
Ya swim with the fishes
Im full of potential
Yet sparks
Is

foot in but the right's delayed

When I'm walking home
I just want you by my side
To hold my hand
So I'm alright
But I don't need you now
And I hope you

shining
Put it all in motion, I'm aligning
I can feel this moment is defining
Waiting way too long, it's perfect timing
Put ya hands up if you a star or
Sit

pray everyday I stay armored
Bang on bitch like a drummer fucked on her nigga we coming
Show you my hand I ain't bluffing toe tag bitch by the dozen
Send

millimeter in my hand you get popped
Time running out shells ring and then drop
I'm at thugs mansion with biggie and pac
By the way pac says what's popping

ain't talking gorilla glue
We make it happen we don't play by the rules
I went to sleep woke up to a bag
Think I want the Beamer hell nah Go cop the jag

don't leave
Do ya understand
When the days are cold steady is my hand

I guess I better go study today
But the weathers so nice
Imma find me some shade

misleading
The fam don't got a mil yet I ain sleeping
That money be feeding
Mama raised me to be leading
I lead by example, I show ya'll the real no samples

on my thoughts and view points
Til I'm fed up telling myself theirs no point
Fake friends phony bitches disloyal gold diggers
Hands out with no

Hey
Don't you worry
I'm doing fine
How many times I've said that
So many words hidden behind
Is this love even real
I couldn't tell ya
My heart been

plan
Cop some diamonds to fill up my hands
I lost a diamond it hurt me bad
I woulda made her proud
For dat my music must loud
To long I don dey dis Cage

on my plate
No Mikey dees ima be loving it
That's why I had to change up and move on some other shit
Feel so deep in love with my dream I had to smother

Double back ke tshwere rekere
Bar mitzvah
They got their hands HYFR
The black jew
I know you lied and said we kick it with ya
Who is you
I won't stop till

not cool to play with the dead  
I know by looking at you I can tell that you work the feds 
It was pleasure meeting you nigga now let's go and get this

everything is a go nigga hands up or lay down on the floor what you think i came for aint hear to play with yall fuck ya niggaz and ya monkey bars you a little

tell you what I see
Aside a constitution
Over ran by evolution
Fell Love in the air, it feels no longer polluted
Hands in the air, and cheer hallelujah

up with that weight on yourself
You need a hand to uplift ya
You need somebody to get ya
And they just didn't get it
When your people think you're

recommended by a friend, turned around came home again, and I'll tell ya'
just what he said

He say, ""Son, the Blue Ridge Mountains await, 
you just can't