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out the nose in my old ends
Taking everything I'm owed I need no less
The vinyl plays I lie awake
Barely got a night's sleep
And the last night 'n' days

moves
And you ran with it
I know females gon choose at
The end of the day
I cannot go out, I keep a AK
I’m not seeing a drought, beautiful day
My shooter

and get that shit yourself
Law of attraction

I've been stackin' up my chips
Lil wodie, don't you play on my time
Y'all on the sideline
I'm gon' get rich

to distract
While we sashay along
Loungin' at the water hole
Weighin' pros and cons
Hit the jukebox my song plays like the Fonz
Donner fan, the revolution won't

got to keep it real so

Thought it was love but yeah it faded now
I've been to hell and back
So I'mma illustrate it now
I wonder how did I end up in

when she talks
And her fucking father always
Fucking plays golf
And her little brother likes Tony Hawk
And he hates Ns on black
That like fucking hulk

of headshot sure ain't finished
Ask yourself do you wanna play with it?

Back to back I'm back to that
With a hat back and a mac in lap
This is headtop
Which

your account
Type of shoppin', ay
Burst fire like an AK spray
See me come up every God damn day
Always planning on my next play, oh no
I'd sell my soul

'Cause I don't really get your energy
I just landed yesterday back up in the crib
I'm working on the tape
My homies hit me for a play
I can't leave

limbo
Then i found my way to a digit
I tеll a bitch BeenDope been wavy
I Prada your bestfriend If you play me
I gotta keep it ten ten plus eighty
I want

want it all
Will I have my chance
Thinking thinking back to times
You were my friend
Guess I found it all guess I met my end

Don’t wait, I’ve been up

Here I am again
With nothing but my pen and a broken heart
Though I tried to pretend
That it would never end
I knew from the start
Now I'm not one

Shit got me fucked up
Livin' all on the surface
Ive had enough
Bouta drag all these bodies to the deep end
And self-destruct
Lands turn to dust now
Keep

plottin'
I lost a good friend who
Was sniffin' up oxycontin
Wish I knew you was depressed, now
You stiff in that box, rottin'
I play the tough guy like
I

huh
She like, "Oh my God, you looking clean", huh
I'm the bitch, you know that that's a fact
When I walk in, that's a wrap
Cut, end of the scene, huh

got em, don’t throw em
Just like Jon Lester
Back end in the trunk, and I get papercuts
And I slap Persian Rugs
And a bitch in the front, wanna top me

could have a million plays on every song
Still wouldn't sweat you
A million dollars, money long
Still don't respect you
My success really got you goin'

between me and you right
It's just between me and you right

I came from a place
Where even when it hurts you keep
A smile on your face
Play superman

Wet, now the bed wet
And I'm lookin' at the ceilin' just
To see if it was leakin'
Everything but the kitchen sinkin'
I fell off the deep-end
I think my

of thumb
My fingerprint bring me cheese
Nigga play with mine
I make him tote and drum down the street

Gotta keep it real with you, I mean:
If I say that

music heavyweights
So it's obvious why dem man
Dere wanna hate man
But they wanna play 'Blam!'
If they wanna waste energy hating
On me and my brother,

the whole ends are interested
I've been tested
But they couldn't penetrate my defences
Still here with my middle finger extended
Pissed 'cause you ain't had

Don’t hurt me, world!- don’t embrace, don’t feel 
 Your love hurts more!  
 Don’t play, world!- let me go, if a happy land calls!  
  
 Hájnáne náne ná,

Let's get the rock outta here.  
  
 Seven-day weekend,  
 Up all night,  
 In at the deep end,  
 Hang on tight  
 Won't take a minute,  
 Won't take