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My momma told me that every flower
Meeds rain shower like it need sunshine
I know I can make it, you
Know you can make it, we can make it
If you get
would shave my shit bald just so I could look like you
If you had one arm and you couldn't tie your shoes
Then I might cut off my arm just to give that
I'm on the track, shit I'm fat but I feel like the man
Baby yea we forever, took me so Long to get her
Again but we together, vibey my bitch is badder,
could speak
I was weak at the knees
Struck dumb
I followed that girl day and night
And I like
To think she kinda liked
Me some
How I'd swoon
And my
Look at me I'm a country rapper
Driving down the interstate backwards
Bumping that dude that resembles fat bastard
This music shit ain't what you
to my mother
I went from broke to a baller
I know niggas mad cause we in our bag
They out here looking bad
All they music is trash
That shit is kinda
See, that's the only kinda dude I'm demandin'
And let the girl like me understand it
And the ones that ain't
They still gotta have it
They don't know
tracks and stretch across the map
And there's nothin' in this world could ever hold us back
And I still hold my body in a B-boy stance
And rock
unchanged
Stamped in all caps on my license plate I'm screamin Jesus name
Yeah, I'm nasty with it, middle name I get snazzy with it
Like a reboot of your
Family
See AJ and Free on B.E.T
Ooo weeeeee I swear ima never grow up
Like I said I would never pour up, guess my
Wine glass is a juice box, still rock
moving posh like Ascot
Keep your fascinators and your Gucci
I rock caps from Oxfam, boss
That's the reality of my country
And shit, it's kind of funny
How
all the time
I see you in my dreams
Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams
Ah,
all the time
I see you in my dreams
Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams
Ah,
And she's bumpin number six (Good Music or Murs Rules the World)
Like nobody's business
Got these fools confused like, "Man what is this?"
I seen him
to be like water yeah, kinda fluid
Cya be out here making flat tire music
Beat been touched by the priest let me baptize you to it
Let it breathe, let it
Couple mixtapes hella tracks and an album
Started with homies now rock by my lonely
Can't fuck with these niggas these rappers act corny
Yeah I ain't
Get involved the music I
Embrace
Yea I embrace
Elevate to the peak (Above)
Records up my sleeve
Some niggas got deceived like Adam was done by Eve
It
just let me lie, like bacon
I've taken no prisoners, but I'm in the cell block
Props are concealed with a reinforced lock
Who's gonna spark my career,
eternal life
Find it kinda odd
Lay awake at night
Thinkin bout my childhood
And all the strife
Little man but I'm a nominated soul
Made it threw the storm
ain't inner city blacks
My homies have to serve on blocks that's hot with cops
With rocks and stacks and be packed to get their scraps
I don't knock it
a hundred metronomes just waiting to go sync
So take ya pick but not the axe or the shovel
After hours I make beds rock like Barney Rubble
It's kinda subtle,
life like I've felt all along
Marching to the beat of my own drum
I know that the clock is tickin, keep getting warned that I better listen
But innately
getting cheddar
Right now my Nannies ill and
She ain't getting better
Its like my life is going bad
But music is getting better
I signed a deal with Kiss
wanted to have tea and crumpets
I said put some music on, so she played my trumpet
It's kinda weird, she calls me Santa Baby
Gobbles up my turkey then
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