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in his stories
Young boy dig it BIG
Became notorious for it
The liquor is cold
Women are gorgeous
My dreams were enormous
Now my goods are imported

story? Okay, I'll tell bits and parts of it
All bout me, no narcissist, I'm shaken up like Parkinson's
My grandma was blessed, she was truly a success
I

many doughnuts it took to assemble her big rear end?

Chorus
I'd get along with my neighbors if they didn't live next door
If they didn't aks me favors

and I wish a Nigga would though, try me
The story was illustrated and written by me
No rush, timing, came from the bottom but a nigga climbing
I went from

boiling oven
Yeah let me get the story right
Truth that day I got into a fight
I was too short too slow who knows everything was wrong with me right

another wood then I smoke it by my lonely
Me and this crud this that Holy Matrimony
Ballin' on these niggas man I think I need a trophy
Ballin' on these

when I'm in a happy place

I'm so fucking amused
By the hating of you dudes 
Reacting to my big music moves ooooh
in this game you snooze or loose 
But

anything from me
you can come home and spend a few days with me.
But, let me warn you if you are up to any of your old tricks
you will surely fall into big

It's do or die, please stand by

I'm scared that eyes watching me
Can see that I'm cooking up theories
This idea that they brainwashed, this image
My

for me that I dnt get.... time past more money made than spent.. now uh, as stories go people died over shit like this.... compensations not paid is how

Walk with me
Let me show you around

Let me take you on a journey through hell
Through a story only a chosen few are worthy to tell
Where the evil

me feel you do
The way you make me feel you do cause
I feel like we got it in the dead of night
Looking at a clock that is by my side
Don't you know I

wanna do
Now let me paint the picture of your story
You're living sorry, you're half-hearted, your mind and soul parted
Controlled by what they started

with you
I'm sick of hearin' you tellin' me what I shouldn't say and what I shouldn't do
In this music business, thinkin' that you know it all but you

the whole fam winning 
Niggas still dying same story never changed 
(Aye) 
Last week had to hit the club for a minute
Fell in love with a freak 
Bout 5

for my bro's that's on my soul There ain't no hoe in me 
Just tryna tell my story I'm not lookin for no Whoa Is Me
Ain't been to church in years But I

to know my kids

This is the story of a man I met on some time that I was doing
His message got me checking all of the choices I'd been choosing

scary and it's unnecessary
All the people wey dey mud and they kpai over territory
You dey alive give God the glory and forget story
Tule joor ogbeni who

than a Doobie
X-ray you see through me
Groupies; front rows
Mysteries "Ruh Roh"
You my dog; Iditarod
Study abroad
Overseas, I did a broad, understand?

No one ever read me a story
No one ever tucked me in
Still I always knew
I had this power within 

Damn there they go
They arguing again
You gonna

and I, and all the homies
Tell me how I'm 25 and I'm an OG
Shit could get fucked up, shit been fucked up, had to get it by my lonely, lowkey yeah
Who's

the red like Jake from State Farm
Yeah, I move from greasy to Greece
Chef kiss followed by a "Magnifique"
Big time, I'm like I got many beats
Once I got

cash
Mattress is full need a new stash
Not at the table I gate crash
Call me big sexy like Kevin Nash
Going in on your fake ass you niggas recycled its

slimming the possibility
Seriously, I aint worried bout whether or not you feeling me
But I bet by the time I'm finished, you'll remember me
I'm racing