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I got too much soul to be fitting in them boots
Could be the love of lifestyle, rhyme or coin
But whether I'm here to light, write or buy the joint

trillionaire by the time I'm forty
Treat him like they circles
Gif around me if you do not know me

Even for this music shit, you hatin' me, don't claim we

People's husband you go by
Now everyday when me see you, you a cry
We both know anuh real love that
Anuh real love that
You do your dirty works, so you

quest
A greed law
That we abide by is ruthless
Enough will never satisfy
Until we toothless
Filthy millionaires
Are gamblin' until they muflis

Most Kind, Who never ceases (to be kind), Be kind to us in whatever befall us, You are indeed the Most Kind, (The One) Who never ceases (to be kind); Be

started, brudda you got ghosted
Who do you worship, that’s a Sunday service
You’re fuckin 40 years old but you still a virgin
These bars are so high but it’s

greed
I didn't love God, I just loved his things
Loved approval, loved sex
Loved money, loved fame
But I ain't the same
Thank the Lord I changed
I'm

of it
Those who spoke of love have suffered killed by the public
Men are suckers thus subject to be puppets
And are suckered much by little or nothing

appreciate you)

Bought my bitch a 36, I ball like Rasheed
(Shit)
Swimmin' in that money, come and find me
(Drippin')
I walked in with forty racks on me, no ID

Trying to forgive myself for relationships I modeled off my mom
Probably spend my forties writing bars 
Hope I get married and accept that love is hard
Hope I

from my side
And it's still all love round East side,
most of the mandem are still on your side
It was only a few years back, they had the strongest team

the goofies were
These guys are straight Disney, straight iffy
And now I get a lot of love
But I brought that hate with me
I give it to my foes 'cause
None

Yea
Cee Huncho
It look like love but it feel like hate
I can't comprehend
It seem real but everything fake
Like it's pretend
I was up then went down

Who y'all really know out here that's fuckin' with the K-O-D-A 
To the P-R-E-U-S-S ooh yes bitch, don't you play with me
Got selective hearin' I

the pawn
Our fruit of labour is surrounded by them dangerous thorns
That's why there is pain in reward
Bread break and we pour
The blood of Christ
Make Dua

Kick you in your nuts so you can't fuck for 40 months
That's what I be saying if you roll up acting sus
This right here the remix
So if you're

Because I got love, love in my heart shed abroad
By God makes me always wanna be here for y'all
And I'm never gone stop, I'll be there for the brother
Who

Bird
Flyin' off the Wocky, spillin' drop on every turn
Roll an eighth, spark it up and watch the cherry burn
Forty on my neck, it's R.I.P. Hutch,

son
Let me tell these niggas something, God
I don't want niggas sounding like
Me on no album
Keep it real, get your own shit, man
And be original
"Word

Bitch, I rock shows, I be on go, I never liked y'all either
I told that bitch I don't do playin, if she play, I leave her
I'm all up by my bread, about my

on autopilot
why are women so dramatic

forty to the dome, plus Iâ#128##153#m blown
and now they got me spitting on the microphone
vision all blurry, but they

all
And by the model of my vehicle
You know that I ball
E92, but '91 the year that Tyler was spawned
And if I crash
I'm owing wheels like I'm a Vaughn

mastered
Armed with the arsenic pen for the
Men that wanna beg friend
Or pretend it is them that
Stand what I stand for
Step in the ring get banged by

bastard
The streets were my father
Hard headed and stubborn, hate to take orders
Fucked by scholarships
Flushed down the toilet
Hurt me to my heart so
I'm