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a token that shit been leaving me open
That shit been killing my focus keep the wheels in motion
You wanna live in the moment you always leave by

What's up ese
Lil' Rob, simon
It's that vato you fools tried to hold back
But it was once said that you can't keep a good man down
And so I'm back,

Lemme tell you a story
Yo, I had this date on Tinder and it was going pretty well
Whole time she was acting like a lady
Talking real proper, good

Christmas Cheer

Piglet bock bookies, on my
Crick crock ookies, got
Santa in my stockings
Gonna come, real cookies
Got milk on my nog
My titties real raw

to use a good canvas
Feeling like Kobe in the 4th I just can't miss
Was told I was ain't shit
Was told also I was too loyal to niggas I used to hang with

looking so good I can't pass it up
Looking fly when you walking by
With ass so fat that I had to touch
Give it to you till you had enough 
Throw it deep

ready, we on go that's if we being real
Niggas tapping pockets, you gon' take some
All that begging niggas do for money, you gon' make some
I ain't trying

at all, I'm doing good, I'm a real money giver
And what can we expect from the second half of the show
You can expect nothing but pure dedication

comes
And by the time that I get done
We been raised up a whole new generation
Of soldiers Leading children of the sun
And that’s word

Chorus
I kept it

much to ask
What?
Seeing as you're his personal nurse
If worst should come to the worst
Or pray God it's good news
Maybe could you
See your way to call

tum
Be out expressing my feels
Hard to tell fake from the real
Doing everything to stop you
Feeling like deal or no deal
Putting my pain in the song
Is

still
Shit could get messy but I love a thrill
She open up when she off a pill
Girl For real, For real
Hoes all around got me feeling like Will
Ain't

got harder 
Makes me a bad person cause I want someone to hold me 
Cause I remember then nights all by my lonely 
Just praying for them to save me

the beggary
Give me the recipe
I’m cooking y’all up, I fly like trajectory yup
They got me started, I finish it
They want good music, I’m giving it
They telling

money and spend it
I don't do good with pretending
Only objective is winning
I was born in December
So I'm as cold as the Winter
How many times I almost

my legacy
Faded out
Hating niggas never knew what they about
I was living in the hood had to make it out
But for me to live good had to wait it out

I'm out in Carolina livin better life
I been New York for too long
Tryna get right so I sleep good at night
Up early I'm getting a move on
This ain't

the evening, keep you near, wrapped around me beautiful 
Oh I mean it, said I love you, never could be too close 
Had this feeling, not the real thing, but

with a bad bitch
I was just livin lavish
Up now never slacking
Was told to chase my passion
The real niggas always passing
The fake niggas end up

like cool me too, took that as a clue
She's in the mood so I can go and get some poon
I was wrong though by a long shot
Cause now i'm lying in the bed

by to say hello
Would I still see suspicion in your eyes?
Here we go again
Asking where I've been
You can't see the tears are real
I'm crying (Yes, I'm

clear
Better thank God, that he got spared
They tried to say ain't no room there for me
Made my own, you ain't gotta agree
Hearing good things coming in

just quit my job
I'm gonna find new drive, damn, they work me so damn hard
Work by nine, then off past five
And they work my nerves, that's why I

his blood it's a good fight
He's not Crip he's not blood he just throws up life
I repent and I pray for the holy life I was set in my ways Satan had me