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these fans
Wishing you were by my side
But now I know
It was never in his plans
Had me geeked over your vibe
Had me feeling like the man
I can't say that

Ya it's your boi CP and I'm just tryna spread a little love ya know because it's hard sometimes
I want someone to take all the love I have to give

names up front (Yeah)
15 minutes left on this little disk in my hand, let's go by the boondocks (Uh)
We walk over, her knees start buckling (Buckling)
But

Class is in session
We begin with some gin
A little bit of vodka
Shots, shots, shots
Like my man Lil' John said
Tossin' back tequila baby
We don't need no

like
Baby I'm honest just give me a second
I never thought that I would speak to a goddess that's sent from the heavens
I promise I'm trying my bestest

keep you down
Coulda ended all of this by just squeezing my hand
But God's plan was much bigger than the stresses of man
Now I stand as a beacon

place
You'll always be my home
I would never give up on you
I stood up to be your man
Only to be broken... in the end

Imagine if there is still us
Would

hands dirty rolling up my sleeves
Truth be told I've never been the type to hold my tongue
So if u said it stand by it and don't you dare try to run
Like

(Hey, yeah-yeah)
Shit's no fair, I was yo' mans
I want the world but still gave you my hand
You want a plan, I gave you a chance
Yo' interest, my

wanted
I'd win and then put it in a song to flaunt it
Sir you were the only contestant
Shut it

Ooh it's a little bit late my darling
Won't ya
Give me

You start to think about the end
Before the curtains up
Don't you know that I can see you pretend
That you don't give one fuck
Chin down, shoulders

Right
Mr. Ron Burgundy
You are my anchor man
I want be your Corningstone mama
Hold your hand
Until we meet again
My favourite animal, I'll wait
For you, I

much of my life in class
Either way I'm findin' my own way to the bag
Right now I am fine with my little bit of cash
By the time I'm 25, I'll be shorter

blame a man tryna rise above his station
You tell me life's a test judged by scantrons scribbled in
What? Give my life, blood sweat tears fill this pencil

million in my mothers hands
Just to show her that she raised a killer not a simple man
Sea side east side we high living
Three times she tried caught no

man
Chest puffed out little dick in your hand
No fans, cept' your dad who was drunk in the stands   
I am a savage were deep as the clan
Wu Tang Wu Tang

was little
28 Grams cost a half of nickel
Gotta plan wait for the signal
Bet a grand ya main man brittle
We dont talk topics on phones
Cuz 12 be tryna

to every track I speak on
When I look at her body man the shit is in peak form
We gon' turn up and get our drink on
Wonder how many hops it take her to get

seen you succeed
But hate your success
You get the most hate from the ones you known Best
Your right hand turn left and that's hard to digest
Man Lord

and speak my mind
See the way this world's set up
They showing us sign after sign
See they don't want to give us peace
They really want to keep us bound
So

boys we used to this stuff
Look at that his face is all numb
But it’s gonna hurt more when his nose gets bust
My guys not a cook but he’ll hand you

bring it to life
Everything connected are you feelin the Vybe
Take a little minute think about how you living
Are you feelin kinda heavy with the weight

crash the whip don't need my hands
Head in the Tesla van
Purple skies and grime
Shout out shovel man
Purple skies and grime
Yo shout out Lil Shovel
Hey

you just standing there? Give me a hand!
I’m stuck outside the elevator
Being pushed around by a unicorn-haired moron
I’m stuck outside the elevator
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