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reason I'm still thinking about you
What we could've been about, yo
I try to forget you, but how though
I thought I would marry you
That's how much you

I feel like Carter, Shawn or Wheezy
We don't bang no MAGA, but we got some Yeezys 
I know they want me dead man I feel the pressure
Suppressing

to the code
I can never stop always been the core
Rappers on the same thing we getting bored
This 4 your eyez only feeling like am cole
Respect me like am hov

And trying not to get fired
When the finish line is far less than desired
I been Surrounded by some fiends who hit their fix to get wired
They always come

a miscarriage
Nigga ur music is not real
We know issa a disparage for the whole game
Even with cole dissing these lil rappers
It all just stays the same
Instead

& breast
Man, how could I lose?
And it features a King's feast
Serving tequila's with the entrees
Sun-tanning by the beach
Filled with Serena's & Beyonce's!

my city be soft as porcelain
Pay your respects to a true outdoorsman
You only know me by music
You don't know me, you stupid
Put on your shoes

pieces saying life is a puzzle 
Seen my people sitting by the television station 
Waiting on the lottery numbers to save them from hustling 
Gunshots

the blue is right
They like to talk and have these conversations
I ain’t really with it, focused on myself
Never satisfied ‘cause it could be more
When I get

and reading Dewey for lunch
I spit patooey but groovy, my words are spiking your punch
We're all asking who'se the greatest and well I have a hunch

Two words.

When she had big sis, 
By the time I came in the picture,
Frames broken, how could I fix this,
Usually spark the conversations,
Let's huddle around

the time
Many times he done saved my life
Cole me down on the panny sty
Sign you pity on the runny kine
I ain't lying
Who you know can make a deaf man hear

block we watched n*ggas get washed
F*ck 'em no getting involved
Headed uptown not by 125th
I come through sh*ttin
Harlem b*tches hitting me to come

By/
Kevin Hart in Jumanji, our stature's too small to respect, we’re just backpack guys/

Honor, Honor, Honor, Honor
Say “Your Honor, TyRaiD Sama”

if you rap like Cole
Do drugs like Thug or sound like Drake
Kings lose their hеads if they scared that their crowns might brеak
A great white, I guess

Yeah, yeah
Mmm, yeah

Lit it up, I'm the one that's feeling on fire (It's lit)
Live it up, looking at my G, we go higher
I earned the whole

I walk in the room and make shit light up, raise a cup or three
Light it up for me and my G's we gave you game for free
I'm high, trapped in