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Y'all niggas act the rich, I told my lil' bitch, I'll be right back, I got a bag to flip
Up that Drake and send him 21, I'm on some savage shit
The Drake

Game Got Switched

Brad Baker

Tribute to Ludacris [Tribute Sounds]

2005

I'm on the right page but what's my format
I wave to the ocean cause I'm where shores at
And women go nuts just like my bozack
Did you know that?

And they ask if I'm okay
I tell them why bother?
You never knew the true pain from my fallen father
You base your life on followers and your status by

on my cheeks
I am up in the dead of night
Fall in love if you fed him right
Bitch I'm up in the dead of night
Rat race
Move your feet if you with it

I'm talking about mine
And I'm right here
Tryna keep my OG
Until the end
From the fuckin beginning
Unfortunately got more nicotine
Psicotrophics, weed

neck
Hit the bar & the make it wet
All 20 ima flex
Get right or get left
Stack money
Boss up
Live life with no regrets
I’m in Oh with the bro’s
And you

the picture panoramic
If I gotta take a swing you gon' end up in a hammock
Real shit I'm a B Town legend
I'm right by the Trinity
Ain't shit 'bout me Common

the one to attack
Its hard to say that i deserve this but i put the work and got it right back
Nigga what you call that, new religion, okay
New day, new

disappearing around me
Some behind the bars some I had to bury
I realized right after I looked around
That I'm still breathing
There must be a reason
Otherwise

Listen!

If you listen to this its evident you trying to figure out if I'm dude
Or maybe somebody told you I'm that dude
Or maybe you one

grab a cuppa and stick your earplugs in
'cause yeah this one's nasty
So
I'm probably playing this song live right now in some grotty Swindon pub
It

will snap you like a family tree branch
I'm ready, rarin', daring, tearing through with power
'Fore I shun you out to chill out by the Flowers
Hardened

month pregnant bitch
I'm droppin' any Day' now
If them coroners gotta tell his mama
What I did with that shotty
She gonna sound like Tay
Roc identifyin'

me. But its funny baby girl
Because you’re right here by my side.
We’re like the hardest math equation,
That the world cannot divide.
It’s ironic as in

Yeah
I know you feel this shit right?
I know y'all do
Cuz it's about to be a beautiful summer
And I'm ready too
Yeah
Self conscious, self aware
This

Baby yes
Baby no
Baby stay
Baby go
Baby bae
Baby bro
Baby pray
Let me know
Baby you know that I'm all or nuffin'
Ain't got the time if you ain't

Take what he got, Boonk Gang, no Gabanna
Drippy Demon I might up it in Dolce
Power season, out here like I'm Ghost
If I slide with a Tommy, turn him

right you can roll to this
If we on the road
Then the dro is lit
Lookin out for 5-0
But I'm late for the show
The promoter's emotions
Are tense
Eyes

drive, got Clive to the right
Bright lights to the side, ride 'til we die
I ain't gonna lie, if it's on then I'm down for it
Boys make a lot of money

the bible got my brain thinking hella off 
Like how I'm supposed to keep faith if Job lost everything 
cnd got it back like a cheapskate 
Jesus I try to love

for follow, I follow my gut
There is no more room for discourse anymore
It's "I'm right and you're wrong, and agree or shut up"
What in the fuck?

meet

I’m hearing them talk but won’t at me

Still pop up on hater like acne

If you play then I’m overreacting

But the way that I surf on this shit

a bad situation 
And I'm talking all this shit
And I'm talking all this crap
Everything we get
Is a whole lot of whack
I'm tryina change it
By murdering

elastic
Don't you dare go try to change her
Me and Oddy Jee make classics
If you rolling up then pass it
Talking real I'm never passive
Go and toss the keys