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Pretty boi merc’in the fit issa ten
Ready to win, ready to win, I’m ready to be on the top of this shit
Droppin the top and I’m cocking the shots, so I pop

Down, Seek calm out
Cuz honestly vengeance is not What I'm all bout
My calmer decisions allow me To walk out 
And I can't be fit into all of Your what not

coupe
Shit back fire go dood da dood
Like niggas in the hood that shoot to shoot
Gotta change clips extendo boot
Contemplating all the variables

Know I keep that motherf***** mask on
Nigga talkin that shit yea he get blast on
Now they finna go and make a sad song
Hoppin out the whip I’m fresh

Dev Book add me to the Hall of Fame
Broken windows in the crib this that real House of Payne
Like I only got one fit no I can never change
Off the top

Yeah, this here's a war path
It's a blood bath
We cookin some scientifical shit up in the kitchen
To help you on your mission
To visit other dimensions

you up to sightsee
Outer space, I be chilling where the stars be

Outer space I be way out in my galaxy
Highspeed race baby I be on Skywalker shit
In

in each pocket
Too much doh it can't fit in no wallet
Reap all the revenue go make deposits.
Bitch I'm fly only drip in my closet
Im sheck wes I got

I done made some guala, now this bitch sayin' she proud of me
I walked up in the mall, she see my fit and she said, boy, you clean
High as shit up in

the all-back ones Don't think you a dummy, I think you a bum
Posting up hate, how you think that you won

I cannot escape me, some shit that I done I did me

dress, lost my head, and my boobie mouse I'ma break a leg, performing in front of y'all
That's what he said, paint the city red, lotta blood, shit
Red

apologize in advance for putting me first
You can try run up with hands but shit might get worse
We was laughing but I had to hit em where it hurt
Hmmm,

now, yeah, that boy talk loud Swingin' for the knockout, yeah
I'm not goin' out, stayin' up in my house, yeah
Steppin' on shit and my hands get dirty, I

to you
exactly What you did to me
I thought we fucked with one another Equally
But now you saying all this shit like we was never meant to
How could you

even match my fits
I told your bitch to clean my diamonds my watch and my neck is full of glist
You need to watch your mouth my extended clip will hit

strikes me
I don't miss the iron fist
Sometimes i miss you so much
That i forget all the shit you did
But when the sun comes up
Tell me, can you feel it?

can call em kinda lazy
Could give a fuck I'm often jaded
Been making this music so that I don't have to say shit
Never been one for conversations
I

and I say whether we got it
Since then, we ain't lovin' this shit, yeah
Keep us utilities with it
Yeah, this is true religion
Yeah, y'all don't fit it in

soul 
But my name aint Soul
I been out the jungle 
I think life is Hugstable
Them demons among you 
Ain't fit to be comfortable
Showing you visions

everything in my way
I'm talking bout beats, talking bout your man and shit,
Put a pellet in his face
I can't comprehend the haters that think that they can

Biggyy sth ayy


Verse I:-
Tuzzy Mayana:-
 
Eyes on the prize
Gone from me side
Live by the sword and thats how you die
I miss my nigga everyday i fit dey

following trends cuz that shit phony
And I never ever gotta change for nobody
You know I ain't ever gon associate with Illuminati 
Cuz my fate in God bigger

fold nigga 

You let them take away your dreams and give you nightmares
If the shoe fits wear it . if its a nice pair, 
The elevator broke. What you

apologize for being the realest
They gon maximize the L’s and the frauds
This shit a set up they all on my ass
They just so jealous that I’m gonna pass
I’m