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it my nigga like fuck the weather
Get right and be done forever

Ain't playing by the rules I'm a target for that
Plus I'm young black & gifted so they

on the player better hate The game but we ain't playing by The rules she said she want a bad Man but like the rude boys too
I'm so sorry boo but what the hells

Who do you talk to the phone-
Yeah this that cashmere
I'm Mr. Cashmere
Don't need a cashier
I go crazy when the cash near
All my niggas present all my

Shooters ballers and the scholarS 
Common goal is profit 
Surrounded by those who are Toxic 

I don't know what to do wit
Negas 
Left me hanging like THey

Infested myself, and got convicted
Wearing visors, sunglasses, and disguises
Cause my split personality is having an identity crisis
I'm Dr. Hyde and Mr

softer than quilt i lost too many niggas last year
Focused on prevailing best believe this not my last year
Fast gear all im tryna do is get my voice heard

that's pointless
It's by choice
You wasting time on the block
The same one since we was boys
Let me find out (Let me find out)
You still a lil boy
My

out the box
Bringing that hit make 'em hit the flo', fresh out the box
So put my ish in the record sto' fresh out the box
I'ma take this game by storm

feel
I gotta learn ta take it easy man
Lookin all scruffy I gotta a couple greys showin
These lil boys out here playin wit it man
Can't never question my

I'm deep underground
Bitch I ain't making a sound huh
Cause I stay to myself
I see you out in the crowd but why you hang by yourself
Dangling straight

I keep hearing voices
From these boys playing around with my name
Swear to God! Getting hard to ignore it
From what they say guess they all full

a riddim

Me trust fucked up gone bad, no think that me need it
Me haffi firm and vigilant
Lead with me self, can't lead by no ignorance
One shirt but you

Stingy like Mr krabs when it
Comes down to my sauce
Got chased by a fat mall cop
He look like Rick Ross
Like I'm hooping with this nigga
Hit him with

gone down on mi knees
Give Sean Paul di light, make him get busy!

(Right now!)
As I pray to you, Jesus Christ
Mr. Vegas, mi brother, transform him life

wouldn't be on my ass
When i blow up don't give me no dap
Like call up shade or call up hound i'll get you smoked by night
You niggas too pussy come on put

ain't givin it, but I'm gettin it
Playing with all of the songs to state the relevance
By posting some of the moves for the ellof it
And doing anything

Black Child
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
You know me, y'all don't know me?
Let me tell you a lil' something about me
How I came up
Where I came from

Kid, turn on the TV
I’m 'bout to hit u with a flashback
Someone come and give old Mr Krabs his
Hard earned Money Cash back
I didn't get it when I was

shit like this They don't shed a light Up On the trenches
I'm the only voice for these niggas
That's why I rip it spitting off of the richter
The scale

bitches
Get 44 stitches if you fucking with my Mrs
You know time is money keep my riches in this wristwatch
Kick off rolling through the green I'm a big

Never asked my nigga do a favor and didn't pay him
We live by that real nigga code ain't no innovating
Ain't no lose ends I wouldn't let niggas witness

through all my means
I just gotta find my voice it would seem
I'm bursting from seams, try get ship thing up off the ground
So I'm shooting my shot tryna

hella sharp like some brand new razors
Blueprint to black power this was wrote by Amos
Next year I plan to be on that stage twenty twenty three
Rolling

Allah here I am
In this land of revelation (Land of revelation)

Sacred place on earth a most blessed birth
A child of light within
Cleansed by the angels