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for mistakes and depression
And with that being said, let me ask this question:
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan is
(One
keep women's mad 'cause I'm prettier than they is
An old man, when they ask what you did when you was young
You'll say you hated Chino XL and carried
the next to release
Chase shy of 20 was a hip hop head
I met this other young
Rapper this is what he said
Me and you kid we gon make some beats
Dropping old
Welcome to the love album
You could’ve been anywhere in the world, but you’re here with me and I appreciate that
Through my journey of 30 some odd
People only say let it go (oh, shit)
It's been a while since I felt my heart beating
I looked back at myself when I met you bro
You make me feel
shit to do today
I'm losing weight and found the strength to put the booze away
So when this album drops
Just know in case I ever lose my way
I got some
Clothes
Tired of Hearing all that autotune
That shit is old
Music ain't a phase to me
You'll never blow they say to me
Popping but I claim to be
The best
to me
whodi got a bently, and whodi got a jag
whodi got a lot of shit that Soulja Slim never had
but, I don't get mad and start hatin, 'cause that's bitch
Fu Man Chu
But I
I don't want you to take this the wrong way
I wanna know when I die I'll be okay
Cuz I don't wanna regret that's the old me
That's
appeared on 47 albums
Fuck McDonald and fuck Calvin
I get money with Erick Sermon when I'm in New York
I get respect, they call me Too Short
I live swell in
saying It is done
Who's the man sending letters to repent
Seeing heaven in a realm I've never been
Seeing Jesus open scrolls of events
How Jesus gonna
Yeah yeah yeah
A lot happened since I don't know
Since you first started listening to this lil' album right here
Hope I get heard
Someday, I will
This Hollywood Stel
Shit, got albums for free
And got albums for sale, ya
VBS on neck and wrist man I'm looking fly
Strap behind my Gucci
help us make it through
When I die take me through
Up to Heaven up with you
Gotta holla at my daddy and my nigga Griles too
And God know I'm thug
Every verse I'm spitting, man, it's written like I was at church
Please support the channel, follow me and buy your mom some merch
Every time you do is
And the mortals make mad
The mortals make me mad
The mortals make me mad when they're not artists
But there are bullshit artists
You'll countersue
I'll countersue
me up now I ain't nothing to play with
[HOST]
Shy as you said this scene like male dominated
I mean you no some women get frustrated
It's hard to keep
get kinda creepy when I'm trying to take a shower
Still I can't complain 'cause he made me rich
And figured out it was the opossum milk that made me
a trend
I wish that man would follow suit
But they think I'm overdressed
Stress just made me stronger
I remember leaving the label and labelling myself
younger than me
Khanya, Lisa protecting me
They don't leave us when they get wings
I seen people question their teams
Had me thinking that's goin' be me
gonna give up or Evan and you know
I'm hanging out with heaven also versions of our legends bread is a lamp super damp. I'm a
Collecting stamps. Yeah,
you up in my crib when you lost your granny house
You never gotta thank me for that man that's family talk
I stayed in the studio, I took the Grammies
of where I've been
When a man pulled up beside me, and told me to get in
Where you headed son, I heard the old man say
I don't know it's to early to tell
one giant reflection
Imma be with them until the top, and I mean heaven
I'm out with my brothers, the sun reflecting onto me like the moon and the sun
I
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