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leaving tear stains all over the bed that you and I made
I'm seeing money more and friends less
I wonder if that's what they meant when they said I gotta

Stefani
Beat it up I got hate for this bottle
Got all this syrup no waffle
Bad bitch that look like a model
That's why I wrote you this novel
One eye shut

Eeyo Eeyo
Yo
Trap disease
That's what it is

Forty, forty, forty, forty four
Ikoyi, Ikoyi, Ikoyi, Ikoyi breed

I'm still a survivor from Lagos
You

On that South by Southwest shit
We was lit, big bags of okie on the highway
Played a lil' Hall and Oates
And then some Sade
My cousin Cortez still up in

lonely 
I got a bitch tryna hold me
Told that bitch leave me alone
Unless if I call u for dome 

But I gotta grind for that Rollie 
Patek Phillips for my

at this shit, i'm throwin' touchdowns underhanded
I know they fearing all my greatness, i'm in a spaceship
I'm taking off, they be hopin' that I don't make

this I screw it up like Phillips hand skills
Twisted it up ain't no mixing it up yo shit ain't hitting enough
I'm with Jay Triiiple you know that's

Babyy sama be that... yo
If you say you don't know me, ask around for real you know nobody
Gyal them call me papi
Buh all my real babies call me

G
If I've got you forever
Then you're my dawg my ski
You know that I'm stepping with you so much envy for
All the pricks that try to get me down

a ten
All big bills that's them big blue benjamins
I wake up then bow my head then sin again
Suck my dick right get her bag from Phillip Lim
He can't get

a ghetto subpoena
Got that A-Town stompin' back in Phillips Arena
I'm passin hoes like collection plates
And keep a broad on my squad who on section 8 (Oh!)

all or nothing
Imagine waiting on the drama that the money brings
Eyes red as my birthmark the money green
Look it's a money plan, that's a money scheme

i understand yo face yellin defeated
All that cushion on yo soul like the shoes was orthopedic 
I realize thats yo purpose, i see thats yo purpose
It

forgotten to row
All the wonders of that day had overwhelmed them
And they knew that they were in the presence 
Of something
--Of Someone 
Far beyond them

make that ass clap like some jumping jacks
I'ma take us to the bowl, I'm the quarterback
In the field like Micheal Vick, I got the seven on me
All these

a dirty stick
(Dirty)
I ride with that dirty stick
(Yuh)
I keep a dirty stick
I keep a full clip
I am not worried bout shit
All of my shooters like madden

can wear the same size but cant fill my shoes
She give Phillips head screw you hoes
Put the d in her v like shifting Volvos

I'm working all 24 till my

seat down 
Make that water go hotter we boil all of it to the clouds 
Like we looking down, ground what we about to do now 
We high in the sky, too loud,

These niggas they so counterfeit
A eater that's my kinda bitch
She love to swallow all the kid
Can't do my dog like Michael Vick
I'll beat the pussy up

hurt but its okay
We go reunite one day
Until that day
Im go chill with Sammy at the Heaven Gates
And shout out Phillip 
Shout out Kris
It don't get no

a Glock!
I just spent like ten bands all on a watch!
Run that bitch down
Run that bitch down
Run that bitch down
Run that bitch down
Gun with a mash so we

life’s not how you fall, it’s all about if you get up

And I been up through the night 
That’s how I’m playing it smart 
From being down at the start 
Just

And the anger in my heart that I supressed and smothered
Motherfuckers when will you learn?
The entire world's against you and God ain't concerned,
All you do is

to experience bad friendships but dad didn’t
All that bacc and forth this ain’t badminton
Bout to turn them losses into victories like a Louie bag you get it
They