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Lakers up by 10 and I need
Some more ice in my shit literally

And I know a lot of dimes, they a handful
That's why players on the
Sidelines can't

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up fuck nigga you know you a hater….
Don’t be tryin’ to act like you’re my kin folk

By the look up in yo

Can you make me some Bou Lou?
Said come on now, pass the Bacardi
Hit me up with that invite
And imma be last to the party

Whoo!

I don't even think I

your fake face off
No pretending
Cry yourself out now bitch
No pretending
Give 'em some to talk about still
No pretending
Gain nothing to cry about

that's gross profit
They like Mo stop went to climb and fell
Running up I gotta get it by the bell
leak the album gotta time it well
You don't like making

And getting taken out by stress
My touch is lost

I don't know how to flow on beats, I don't know a thing, I'm below the dream, I will never blow, succeed

And getting taken out by stress
My touch is lost

I don't know how to flow on beats, I don't know a thing, I'm below the dream, I will never blow, succeed

and Mr. Shadow.... aka the Mayhem Click
And we're talking about rumors
Now Lil' Rob we understand you have an album out called The Crazy Life
Can you tell

videogames
Got 2 tattoos because of those days
Don't remember any of the rage
By all the good times, it was outweighed
Showed me the music I listen to
Papa

And like what would we do together go somewhere and walk around
It's been fifteen years now so like what would we talk about
Plus I know how my aunt is

when you get older and nobody gives a fuck?
signed a deal to be a singer, wanted a pot to piss in,
now your retarded ass is just playing a politician
how

on raise you that rep, now you aint starin down the shakin gun (??) 
im singin demons die, was thinkin for survival trippin (??) 
i binds em up in the Name

at your mami games house
And every now and then I just pass by and get it

(Tsipib) aha hey wena
Aha hey wena (Ekse Tsibip)
Aha hey wena
U tla shwa hey wena

When I’m in Miami when I’m in Atlanta
The radio sound like I’m in Miami
When I’m in New York
The radio sound like I’m in Miami
So you feel like now

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up fuck nigga you know you a hater….
Don’t be tryin’ to act like you’re my kin folk

By the look up in yo

gon get what's coming to him
Hexes on his head he can't run stay elusive
Blind man gon stand by everything that he used to
Blind man gon sing for dead

to you
Or tell the people how you just dropped a shitty album
I could've posted the link to that shit as the cover to this song and probably could still

Y'all know me, still the same O.G. but I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese, no deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys, no

got a company now niggaz steady flowin' for me
Well, buy my album and play it like your favorite movie
If not then don't say shit to me

Shit, this

But you don't have any annual growth rings cause you're dead in a day
Now your girls outside bringing in my groceries
Addicted to my dick, lickin' it

it
Gave up the day shift, up like a spaceship
Hates wanna come with the love now y’all basic 

You ain’t even dropped an album, boy be patient
Boy I’ll

my song on right now
Don't start a hope
Cause ain't nobody gonna
Help you, you can call the Pope matter fact
Play 'Rich Girl' by Hall & Oates
If you

the reason they be laughing when you do leave
Dropped the chip on my shoulder, now they see the champ coming
Been transparent from the go, now I got the pot

Uh, chopping garlic by myself
You know ain't nobody worried bout' yo health, right
(Right?)
Keep a condom by my belt
You know better than to trust