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So tired of dealing with depression and anxiety
Feel like on a daily
Problems come by the variety
So tired of dealing with depression and anxiety
Im
Taking off in a minute
Taking off in the morning
Least I got my darling
To Catch me if I'm falling
Least I'm by your side
Least you're by my
Slip By
Don't know where I'll be when I'm sixty-five.
If I'll be rich, If I'll be alive.
I don't wanna say I never tried,
so I never let the moment
I remember my first pound
Cherry Pie in that turkey bag
Broke it down, all by the ounce
Made it bounce, then double’d back
I remember my first
I'm, trying to get my piece of the pie
Open my eyes
Wake up everyday and I grind
Because I'm trying
To come up not just get by
Yeah I want me a slice
Economists and other high profile individuals to discuss global issues
Driven by the vision of its influential CEO Klaus Schwab
The WEF is the main driving
Especially if you never murder me
You never murder me
Well then you'll be famous and rich, I guess, forever
Maybe you'll become a nicer person
You'll probably
In order that you might lead mankind out of the darkness of disbelief and polytheism
And into the light of belief in the oneness of Allah by their
like Tom ford, lookin' like a million'
What you expect? I'm a star with stars in the ceiling
Ridin' by myself, got the 40 and it's chrome
Everything
enemies
A lil' skinny nigga made it to the big times
No Limit Soldier still chased by the one time
I feel like it's, it's us against the world
Cuz every
ocean wide
I could cross the burning desert
If I had you by my side
I could be a king, dear, uncrowned
Humble or poor, rich or renowned
There is
stand by you
With God as my witness
This vow I will make
To have and to hold you
No other to take
For rich or for poor
Under skies grey or blue
look at me, nigga, I'm rich forever (okay)
You get to suck seed
You can suck it, I make 'em puke in buckets
Producin' ruckus, who can touch it?
He
together by your B-day
I told them just don't go out sad or be no cheapskate
I wanna see you on the building out on Peachtree
Yeah, yeah
Half
my money grown
I know some niggas got rich off of zones (rich off of zones)
Made double digits off Apple iPhones (brrt)
Throw that shit on, I get
I grow in it?
Throw a booth in the place, imagine how I'd flow in it
Outer space bars, Ozs to the face, y'all
Bowl by the hottub in case, y'all
Plush
the whole click shawty
I'm just a young nigga tryin' to get rich shawty
I'm a pimp shawty plus I'm from the M shawty
And all these other rappers don't
to God
I didn't know now
The things I didn't know then
Road you gotta take me home
I drive by the homeless sleeping on
a cold dark street
Like
and don't believe it be a pagan
I'll send your wife dead photos of you taken by Sagan, bitch
This that we shit hot shit, piss off custodians
Get rich
then
Road, you gotta take me home
I drive by the homeless sleeping on
A cold dark street
Like bodies in an open grave
Underneath the broken old
twins
By the way we shake hands
Got it out the mud, but we grew up in the sand
You a shooter or a fan?
We can't get at you, then we gon' bring it
Yeah
You know
I'm cool when it's just me all by myself
I'm cool when I'm in front of thirty thousand people
I'm cool when I'm with my chick
I'm
life
I'd rather be carried by 6 before I'm judged by 12
Fuck 12, before I tell, I'll take a .38 shell
I'd rather be carried by 6 before I'm judged
Love is like a never ending melody,
Poets have compared it to a symphony,
A symphony conducted by the lighting of the moon,
But our song of love
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