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the coke up coke on the dresser 
That lil boy he ain't a wrestler 
Smoke on the dutchy, pass it to fella
I'm in the mecca it's making me better 
Critical

it)
I cannot trust any hoe (No)
That's why I be on my own (Own)
By choice but still feel alone (Alone)
My shawty she just hit my phone
I send her ass

haters
You know we doing well, well (well)
OK

Did the work, put the time in
Screech by I'm like Dustin Diamond
Now I got girls all across

How come when your man's died you made a song but ain't gon' spin
I might creep up on his block and up that knock then hit his chin
Thirty round

how they copy shit, 
Fuck yo lil name and yo album that flopping shit, 
Fuck the industry and fuck a label I go solo solo just to say when I'm dropping

Sucking on my dick, slob drip on my nuts
Fingers in her pussy, getting wet by the touch
Don't talk when I eat, ain't nothing to discuss
I'm falling for

we build ourself
Don’t come around with the drama
Tryin to stunt our wealth
I got a couple hit albums
Bout to jump off shelf 
And maybe that’s why I’m

and I ain't touching insulin
Getting gas every few days because I burn it quick
Every time I play the album use a lot of glycerin
Bitch I come back for

When we come through stompin hey
We do this every day
Step aside lil homie better get out the way
Coulda told ya you ain't have nothing for us Why
We

Juicy
Just hit up Popeyes then dip with a 2-piece
Album be droppin’, you fakes lookin’ goofy
I been smokin’ on the boofy, yeah
I just been smokin’ that

all night
Where the dollor at
everywhere we at
Speakers yelling like they're Lil Jon
The DJ run it back like a club song
Bass hitting hard, as Tyson

much solace
Like 30 days when that EBT hits your wallet
I wonder if I'm live in dream, moe
My corneas are open and I'm so foco
I guess its real cuz don't

showed up Showed up
Just hold the crown for me

.. Dropped a lil album and you never bought it
I was pitchin off the mound and you never caught it.
Now its

a muthafucka
I got another dope album with my lil brother
We from the struggle niggas with no shoes
Barney rubble
Growing up granny tried to keep me outta

Oh I gave her D1, now she running back
Don't need guns, all my niggas keep the straps
Hit you with applause, only time you getting claps
Feds ask; I

lame, baby, hit em with that snooze

I'ma ice your neck, then I'll ice your wrist too
And if they ain't fuckin' with me, I don't know what else to do
Do,

day
Grow up lil boy, for I make you faint
You can hate all you want with yo pouty face
Go and sit in the corner you get no cake today
You talk a lot

"Nah nigga I just stopped"
20 minutes in the stu' and got a hit made
Y'all call all girls bitches by that logic we all bitch made
If my money jumped into

Yeezys got
My motherfucking kit glowing
Seen a lil' snow
Punched a Moncler by Rick Owens
Every single lil' place I go
Know the Glock poking
Told her I

I've been slipping
I feel like I lost ambition
Losing focus, I stopped listening
Everybody sound like politicians, mind by business
This spliff is mine

Too pop for the rap kids
Too rap for the pop kids
Music loud through my neighborhood all
Album cuts no top hit's
Neighbors think it's obnoxious, I'm

you they're the shit
And they'll prove it in a bit
Hold up let me take a hit
Fore I throw a fucking fit
I'll take the whole world by myself
Not short I

shit and your boys all slumped
I played my album and all my boys jumped
Your girl was twerking and you just got dumped (Ay, ay)
She sucked my cock while

Intro

Fat Joe

Jealous Ones Still Envy (J.O.S.E.)

2001

[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day