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entity taking over identity 

Cementing me from what I’m meant to be reaching my destiny
Preventing me by tempting me with the easy way out
Knock out

You was hot but you niggas failed
I done followed El Chapos trail 
We bag it and ship it out 
By the mail
All my niggas be grinding 
To make a sell
All

friends 
Where they at now? Never do it again
But if it was up to him, I know he would go back and do it again 
But that's how that nigga been, Aint never

let it grow so now I'm calling her my wife
Spoil little mama and child have a good time
And she quick to stick wit me when I need her by my side
Too

to riches that my testimony
Same niggas on my line for features just was flexing on me
Big Birkin bag she gone get it just for sexing on me
Draco with da wood

came apart
Talk shit behind by back, took with grain of salt, pussy ass nigga
Say that shit to face
Watch how I hit the stage
You can pick the pace
Match

attention

My shawty so bad, I might give ha detention
Hit From the back, ripping out her  extensions
Get what she want cover all her expenses
My dick is

Leaves don't fall they leave, love don't hurt til you fall
Fell under the apple tree, now Eve won't even call
Ringin, ringin took the Kay's back
Dam

the rest
Beat her down from the back parts I made her claim a set
Ass I'm fat, turn around I damn near broke my neck
Can't get my hands on Wockardt so I'm

what I say
Bitch I'm not Simon
But do what I say
Yo I beat it out the park
Takin off from the start
On the boards like a dart
Off them thangs trippin

Juice in the cup
Gotta deuce when its up
Vamoose no wassup
Shorty know I wanna fuck
Think about the bag
She only think about da past
Let her loose in

A lot of shit been said, a lot of shit been done
Jamie where da  gun, niggas know I ain't the one And we goin' dumb, Baltimore where I'm from
And we

I Love Pretty Bitches:
My pockets fat like NorbitNah, My pockets fat like enormous Trynna bag a bad bitch from the forbes listHop in the coupe do da

eye
Door to door
Not so far
From my life
Come back now it's the time, yeah
Talk about football not shooters
Talk about something that's brighter

I thank you lord cus you set me free

Everywhere me Ah go them wan take photo
My music Dey hit from Naija to Soweto
We stack up in pallet no time for

simple
Like a old movie
Now I wear preme and shop at the gucci 
Feel good thunbin through the back end dont it
Like da baby said god damn im onnit 
Preme

like candy Imma smoke it now & later
I been focused on the money you won't keep me from that paper
I was tryna fuck wit shawty but she just an instigator

(Al Geno on the track) mm, mm
It was never 'posed to be this way

Count a million every time I blink,  yeah
She wanna fuck me for the Cuban links,

Hip Hop Bommi Bop [Bonus Track]

Die Toten Hosen

Opel Gang [Bonus Tracks]

1993

when I arrived the party would be fresh
So my train stopped at the dock
I felt that it was time to hit the hop
To the hip-hip, the hop you don't stop

She stroking it cool well ill roll up
Deep throating I told her to hold up
Trap booming got check Motorola
All ounces for my Motorola
Few pounds hit

doin laps around all of these suckaz
They say life’s a bitch I don’t need nothing from her 
I push the Toyota like it was a hummer 
Copped the Sequoia

throw it back
I bust a nut up on her back and then I make her come back
Afta fuckin' up sum money I make that shit come back
I'm stickin' ta the fuckin'

getting raised by these Hip Hop hits
brotha yeah
I was eluded by the chains
The money clothes & fame
My head wasn't in the game
But now I'm speaking my

attention
Then have you mentally stressing how you gon' fit this erection
I can tell by the gestures, you want that affection, right
Ain't nobody put it down