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up off the shelf
You cannot compete with me my competiton is myself
Gettin it by any means i do not gotta ask for help look
Ima bonafid hustler don't

don't get success you can't make a buck 
But if you do they'll call it luck

At young age you were judged by your grade
You were being compared when your

on on knee and kneel

You make me feel so fired up inside
When i present you to people i feel so proud
You have no idea what you mean to me
Like bonnie without

my head
Stuck my ways
I'm, stuck in the past
It's hiding my way
This, journal know me better than I know my own self
She poured her soul into it
But

Pop a nigga dead in his face ‘cuz he know he a opp for real
Niggas be havin' some heart until we make it stop for real
Downin' the perc with some

before I hit the
Grab her by the
Might steal a monkey if the zoo ain't looking why
'Cause f*** money vinegar douching
Classic like that the mic close to me

heart consumed .
Upgrade on your status, we in Paris dats a rendezvous.
Dogeing hoes like stratus, you da baddest, ain’t no one like you
Leave em

comes custom made sold separate like a la carte, 
I order her my love and affection as a start, 
She send it back quick emailing me mean remarks,
I don’t

big
Ass so fat with the waist so slim 
Coming in the game way I make these kids 
Aiming take shots, no safety tips 

Don’t want one, gotta get me all

a point I had to acknowledge it
But broken hearts hand out broken promises
I’m In a room surrounded by some people that I’ve know for plenty years but have

took me some losses I swear it wasn’t easy
But now that I’m up I can make it look easy
Back to back foreigns you think that you dreaming
I made her heart

‘em on they shit they have a heart attack

 When I cut off the supply I seen ‘em all start to shy kinda funny how they see it but you don’t get a reply

Leray 
I still hit her with the block like I’m Ye
I feel better with my lungs filled
My new girls a dime
Give me that warm heart feel
Only bring it up

Bitch, I'm that nigga that be so hard to find
Bruh leave a message out of reach and decline
Bitch I'm the type gotta hide your wife
Before I slip her

We're gonna dirty the dishes, so dirty
Scrubbing the bubbles, I'm grabbing her butt though
She got heart made of ice, and the head is a puzzle
She giving

me shape shifting near the water
Waves I often wade
To converse and don't look
For no compensation
Trying to see my Mama
Don't you call her by your

horse, the fire came the burning heap. 
Stayed course, Ill make my own god damn heart beat. 
Autonomy, sold right out from under me. 
Whiskey neat,

the lady of the lake: making breakfast when she wake, three part meal no be cornflakes. 
Don't have the heart to tell her it's a one night stand and not

lost with no chance
There's more to life than tears and blues

A/C makes me ill
Her perfume lingers still
I'm feeling I'm feeling I'm feeling alright

Merry Christmas New Orleans
Let your heart be light
Hang the stockings
And the mistletoe
By the chimney tonight

Merry Christmas New Orleans
Make

purge on the street
Ama monster
Cold blooded deadly beast
Ama a monster 

Hauling by the moon
Raised by the wolves
Raid in pack
Make a nigga get a heart

break the past
Gonna fight for a better outcome

And with all our futures in contest
We've gotta make one that's better than the rest
I'm gonna take

to me
Put all that pressure on you
But pressure make diamonds homie
Even when it's cold and lonely
Know that you are not the only
Know that I'm still by

shine bright
Whoa!
And we sabi say no be power no be by might
So we holler one time for this one life o
If you love me never you cry on my last night o
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