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Feel at home with yourself
They pick you up you to tear you down
And put you back on a shelf
Just know your worth it, you not a king that's

Shit bad for your head, that tops
We fuck, then he always swap
For the same hoe with my Pops
Pull a kick, though, with my Pops
But I never back, though,

say so 
It’s Kapeesh
You not mobsters
Nominate you for Oscars
I don’t bend my back like I was working on my posture
No diced tomato’s in my shrimp

realized
How much I care about you
After we stopped dating
I was being a fucking idiot
And I hate myself for that
I admit it
But I want you back
I'm

hands
I ain't never ran from a mother fuckin man
Unless he had the upper hand
Come back with the strap
Make em scram
Throw his body in the back of the van

eating Morleys
Down to a Seven Eleven
Told Shadey I'm coming for seconds
I want more what more do you reckon
My back hurt but I'm match fit
I was 25 taking

Whisper mumbles
What's to do tomorrow
Shoot the cross with the cross bow
And chase it with a forty what a good combo
Gotta be like ten points
Smoke me like

Hey. yeah it's your boy back with a single
As yellow as a motherfucking Pringle
Hey, what's that tingle?
It's my girl hanging off the end of my cock

assume I'm pussy

Why talk to small fries
Divide cheese split pies
Is how I bake with my guys
This is what money buys

Money power respect
Get back

sheets
Say it loud for the back Hancock's a thief
And it's straight fabrication
On the papers and radio stations
What they're saying it's blatantly fake

was always better than Phil
I push things forwards and pull things back
Always gonna hit on a counter attack
I'm like Hercules, Aphrodites
Unbeaten

my bills, uh
I know how it feel, uh
I know how it feel, yeah
To be down bad then to come back up
Yeah, this life shit be real, uh
I know what I'm worth

back to my feet make the pain end
Mum's on that Chili rotation
My people die, evil eye trying to break 'em
Praise be to God, so no credit is taken

become mine
Then I'm sending out emails at em
Chance and pinnacles will do that's digital
21st-century killa im good with ya
I'm back at your homie
While

the whole dash frame, Max Payne
And I think I lost track this the last thing
Hit a nigga with the back, crack his whole brain
Like I'm finna send a pitch,

whether it's the spirit or wires, your future bears a cross
Misfortune is that fortune of the mortal man comes with a cost
The devil's in the details so

Rough Side.
I'm back in the booth
So its time to get it
On my grind cuz
I stay committed
So here's a snippet
Saying fuck you haters
Spreading rumors

in a pantry shelf yeah
I want you for myself
And you want me yeah
I know a place that we can runaway yeah
Headed back to my place she's at work
Come

of down talk turn their backs on the youth
The perceptions of a black man we stuck in the loop
Ain't nothing changes since the 80's but what can we do?
Hip

I wanna be with the Lord send my spirit above the stars
Fall in love if she wear the bandana with the cross
I rock shell toes Greenspan's hat on top

it
Fed up with memories spoiled and taint
Go back and fix it like I got the paint
Tired of keeping my thoughts in restraint

You owed a lot more to me

at
It's summertime coupe dreams
Let the top back
Then Lakewood mall to spend it all
And make a lot back
And you bitches
Hell nah we ain't forgot
How y'all

of flows that will leave them alone
Yeah I'm back in my zone, back in the 3.0
Use to drive the pudda bumper all the way back home
Now I pull up in a rav, now

a new cross that bares diamonds blessing the pendant
I’m blessing all those in attendance, Jehovah’s my witness
Across the border and back, my shipment