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this shit astoundin'
Was doin' chores just to get allowance
They sneak dissin' and I won't allow it
You in the back, oh, that's why you shoutin'
Go ask

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This is a recording
Now leave me lone, I

records that I've sold
Pretending that you made me, not a penny that you owed
Got no room for homies cause my pockets are too full
Platinum on my album

at the top lil bitch
Hold on you know that I could never stop
Hold on I heard yo album, it's gone flop
Then you get popped
I came from the mud, man I came from

refuse to feel
The more you sweat the less you bleed
No time for standing still
Three times they tried to take me out since I started this album
In

at number 1?" You!
Dream come true, owner of my record label
Congratulating the money I'm about
To be making ask me to come in at 4: 10
Had an icy chain with

reunions, I want to proudly pronounce my bloodline traces back to John J. Thomas, who was born on November 5, 1876, and Lula F. Edwards Thomas, who was born

you know
I don't like rappers who say they got next
When they've been in the game for 10 years or so
Impressed by the fact that you fake niggas famous

on yo list
Pretty sure it was Cole, Drake, Larry June, me and Spitta
By the time you hear this, it be, early Yesvember
Wrote this verse on October first

the GOAT, young GOAT

Hold up, hold up

I am the GOAT, young GOAT

Yeah I’m definitely drug free, may smoke a n**** 
(reference: “best thang smokin” album by

You need help and boy it’s urgent
I’m a monster like a serpent
Imma kill you right now
And make sure you 'gon die a virgin
Selling albums like

of one
Never lacking ambition, I have to get richer
Won't stand for no different, my plan is this simple
Shoot
Score
Bitch you know I be back on my

Shorter manna beg you dnt Start
Rah
Niggas neva knew I'd switch up
Pushed thru with a quick Shove An I got my O.J gloves
Mans out chilling by da club

Play "bulletproof baby"
On apple music
Lyrics for bulletproof baby by silvana imam
I know you ain't gonna back down on us now that we need you
I want

I be makin power moves 
This the type of s*** that I could dedicate some hours to
How are you (hey) gonna bite my this is 40 s*** 
Gonna pick an album

and relaxing yeah
I was on 10 at 10 lil n**** I was on go
I had the racks in my denim you can tell by the way them bitches glow, Mr. Take Yo Hoe
I did not fear

it back, these knickers too impacted by my energy
Up on Broadway mean they do the acting, it ain't cool to cap, just ask your enemies
And they all say

doing shit by myself
These bitches call me caliente, they say I'm fuego
Running up the money, they know I'm getting dinero

Bringing it back to the basics

a nigga under me
GREAT you lil niggas better run from me
And i still pour lean by the 4oz
Same nigga back used to sell OG
Nigga yeah that's on GOD
I used

you joker
Till I punch you in your face
And move your back tooth over
I'll knock 'em down your throat
You gag, you choke up
Then I bet by the time your

looking back just to regret it
In my room, writing lyrics, by myself, till their perfect
Had a daydream by my life- *sigh*, here let me explain it
There's

time, but you guzzling down 'yac and
Tryna be accepted by people who tryna do the same
I'm just tryna hit the booth with flames
Plus I suck at being

Or do i got to go kill myself
I bet you'l see the rise in my music fame when the album sells
God i plead with you please
I need you right now if you can

the brain to call off the attack
It sends signals to the body to put that adrenaline back
Because you can't run from your taxes
And crying like a toddler