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me, Im turning her on
And he gon' be mad when she singing my songs
You know you don't need to be by yourself
No one better than me, you dont need no one

mistreat it
Passing by this school of hard knocks but still ain't achieving

I'm just waiting for that eighth period ringer...
(Rambling...)

Now I handle bars, awesome gnarly
R' son of Marcus Garvey
Tongue move back to Africa
Sing Sing, Attica, pardon me
This the kind of beat that bring

From Martin to Luther
From Luther to Lex
I build my riches by writing all of my thoughts into texts
Those words built up an image of a man greater

Listen here, little bro, I've called you three fucking times
Pick up the damn phone, I'm gonna come to Fisher myself and grab you by the fucking

a couple jays
Yea I'm smoking some potent
I remember I had made this song called a "Couple Days"
Nigga since then I'm growing
Yea watch me put the vibes in

I need more time to face it
start thinking by myself
Nudes in my phone cause you naked
You can't fool me now
Don't you act like I want ya
Back

this life is limited, you better tell them something
Things are gonna get hard, I hope you stay strong
I show love to everyone, No I am not above it
Rest

got an incentive
The negatives are all part of the obstacle; get it
By Any Means, I'm on this mantra, you gotta respect it
That's the message

I'm Out

Into a group of happy people where equity is equal 

Straight gangsta which you would call a G 
Lead by example time is ample I'll be dead soon this is

a whole case, niggas fuck with me the long way
I'm just doing what the song say
I'm a king on the Lord's day, ooh
I got a big amount, Phantom too big

Girl is you staying by my side, girl is you holding on
I done went through pain but never felt this hurt before
I still feel your energy girl I can't

the way this song is for you.
Well this is something you should consider, consider.

I don't know what we can be.
Don't know.
Will you dance with me

View
Even though I’m taking off, bet imma hold it down, down
Even though I’m taking off, man imma hold it down, down
Aye yo it’s easy how we run this

won't lie
I won't cry
Do not cry
It's a funkadellic Fourth of July
And this song is a message to baby Whitney too
You still my sister and you know I won't

fur
Wanna ride a wave she wanna Gucci purse
Can't believe I told this girl about me loving her
Had me singing on a song about me loving her
(Yeah)

By everyone under the sun
Shit ain't that sweet
And I do this for love
Not just for people to peep and
Say that my shit tough
Multiple reason, hoes be

Play with all chips in
Welcome to the lofi vibe show
This the hype part
Sideshow Tylt
Real in my persona
Using the music to drown out the trauma

to see phonies winning I'd rather kill em (Rather kill 'em)
I gotta kill the world then, rather be with em
(Cold pill to swallow) mama told me this
Use

a designer
It's the poly in my blood
Gave me hands and a hammer
I ain't making moves for no one fuck you thought this ass a dancer
Ima get your nigga moving

Mmm
Yeah yeah
Woah Oh
Woah Oh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah
Haha this one
Yeah, I like this one
It's really just about the truth
You know, uhm
We all had

Yo some days when I wake up
I sit and think bout the apocalypse
It only takes one thing bruh
And we could lose all of this
Ain’t got much sympathy

That's why I'm getting high
No, I can't let a day go by
No, a nigga on it, rain or shine
I urge you niggas, stay online
'Cause I'm coming alive

Aye,

the heir
Of this rap game, you bitches only stand and stare
Pint of red in my cup? That's a no-no
I make you spill a pint of red when I blow doe
Call me king