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Aye Rod, do or die, you revolutionized all styles of super fly
Suit & ties to every single Jordan, yeah, you knew the vibe
By the way, I still ain't

missed sub
Now peasant come over give me a back rub
Stroke game too strong somebody call an ambulance
Knew I was god just by the first glance
That's why

C'mon, man, roll outta bed, please c'mon
Diss me say my name in a song
Oh, God give me a minute

Damn, son, you ballin' now, two hours
A hundred

Said these, night go slower when you ain't by me
Lost in the chaos and you know how to find piece
It's tough. There's a lotta ones like me
All I ever

a vendor in Zengeza
Then I moved to SA and caught bullet
I came back with scars, wounds and mercy
And its doing well on streaming services
So by the time you

Hold on
I'm a wild these niggas up again
Watch out
While I wild these niggas up again
One time
I'm wild these niggas up agaiiiiiiin
And I did it by

inspired by Mac Miller's Swimming album

Page 35, l'amour entraîne la haine, la haine la vengeance, la vengeance le pardon, le pardon l'amour. Cycle

I don't got a gun and not gonna run
Son I don't need a piece for stress relief
I'm peace like priest or please push more
For beast unleashed has seen

I bring to it
(What you bring to it?)
Wet pussy by the light behind the curtain
Paper towel wrapped around her
Thigh absorbing it (Ah)
I'm the type

I style in the slums, Italian Air Ones (whoa)
Yellin' holla back hater, the album is done 
Two hundred out the gates (two hundred), two hundred in

We used to have each other's back
What the fuck happened? Stupid
Yo fuck it

Anyway Mary Easter record store
Walked to the back now let me get a four

Let's open up one
Let's open one up

Yuh yuh
And I'm on my way now
On my way now
I'm on my way
Now I'm back in Tennessee (Yuh)
Dreaming 'bout her,

don’t have
Working young at BK, greasy uniform and hat
Hustlin for low wages, making whoppers in the back
Take what my boss makes divide it by 5, cut that

cosmetology
And that you braid the Iver-sons
Hair from time to time back in the day
Or that I am the only one who
Has yet to spark up a J so I can let it go

I

a good person
Just wait
Till the I8 swerving
Or trapping my rapping out the Bugatti
Serving raps like pack
I'm back bitch
I'm back bitch

Son of a gun
Run

Water to wine huh? nah man I'm fine
This faith keeps on growing harder and harder to find
When your father is dying mom goes to cry
That her sons

and my boys we attack, uh
Drop an album, bass boomin every track uh,
I’m on my money like Goldman Sachs, uh
If I spend it all I go and get it back, uh

Sometimes I think back to the times I never had shit
Joey had a 9 under his mattress and
He cocked it back and said "I'll take that risk
Being

why when I pray all the gods pray back
I'm surrounded by these demons all about attack
Lightnin bolt comes down Zeus sent me a strap
God amongst men

a block of parked cars, every Christmas it hit through
Her heart, cause she only had her doggie to vent to

If I could go back, I'd probably ask her to come

your might
Hold him down in the good or bad
Be the best woman that he ever had
When the tour fell through the album pushed back
Couldn't shoot the video

might
Hold him down in the good or bad
Be the best woman that he ever had
When the tour fell through the album pushed back
Couldn't shoot the video cause

fucking with 
To catch the whole case will be a ten album wait son
My gen grew up with capri-sun 
And when the ops turn to cost, then the L's come 
Rushing

platoon unity
Straight man shakespeare 
Poetics reunion no fear 
Heartaches tears 360 outta no where we appear
Prolific right there
Back on that ass like