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to fix damage from the mismanage

Hospital piling patients, while devils dance to your palpitations 
No happenstance, it’s all calculations
   
I drafted

Dedication

Mr. Lil One

The Best of Low Profile Records

2004

heard about the death 
But no one that evil turn son, I'm Mr Lil One
And don't stop until I done

[Chorus]

I pros to my mother 
And I see you when I gone

was being
The best dresser so Lauren
This that shit you could get dressed to
I this that rhythm I can think about my ex to
And look to the left what I

Niggas on that bullshit talking bout I outgrew em
They ain't benefit me support the shit I'm pursuing
I judge you by ya actions my nigga you gotta

year
It is never clear
Am I ever gonna change careers
Or drop another album and disappear

Who knows
By the way, I don't do shows
I stay home and scroll

just gon dance all night long, we don't gotta stop
($treet Girls)Yeah
I'm a bad lil chick and ya nigga wanna hit
sorry but I'm here for the party bish

at the time go by
Whole time I was waiting on mine
I looked up and the stars aligned
And I'm on the rise, thank God for mine
Shit ain't sweet
Same 'lil kid with

'm seeing more frowns
On the come up like the Browns
Better be known by the town
Brother said I'm gonna be the best
How about now
I'm swagking and I

you want to know I don't even know 
I'm going to walk by like idk you 
All the fake lil things you do 
I leave them behind like you leave me too 
But if

on cloud 9? I’m on cloud 10
I counted all my pesos, now I’m counting up my yen
While I sip my dirty faygo, this time I’m flexin’ all my gems
Free Lil Draeko,

stayed ahead we finally found a rhythm
Can't lose swear to win bitch we in them rentals
We racing first one to touch them hundred-bands
Now we getting mad

Empty all your pockets, I don't wanna fucking fight
$killer best up, lil pussy standing' li-like
Crunching on these biddies, like I rather don't gang, no

gettin', smaller everyday goin' by
Fuck it, I pray he don't get 'em a 9 and shoot at a rapper not writing his rhymes
I don't wanna be another soundcloud

Stick by the pole like a mf stripper
Strip strip strip strip
Peso

I fucked that bitch up in my nike slippers
Scored a 15 and i call it back ripper
Stick

'm straight, my n**** (ok)
Yea, I'm getting cake, my n**** (ok)
These dudes still fake, my n****
Why call me Mr. Fake when I'm a fuckin' great
Wordplay ball so

debt to a raccoon
(Mr. Tom Nook)
Spending all my time playing Animal Crossing
I got more skills at getting bells than I am getting money
(Ah crap)
Lost

But I'll put politics in rap
Do the math
This is Al Gore Rhythm
This crew rapping at the back of Al's Store Rhythm
I'm the truth on a mic
Lyrics bag

got Lil' Cormac on my right
Just tryna dance up in the night, we tryna jam up in here tonight
Pulled up the grind, I wasn't careless, we had a threesome

the check at (money)
I put your head where your neck at (Plug, Plug)
Yeah, bet that! This ain't checkers, lil boy
Where ya chest at? (man up)
She was leaking,

a purple castle and make it hang
Alkaline communication dollar avalanche break dance 
Ambulance transplant 
Ave chill 
Top Stance 
When it comes to Kill I

a Beezone
Lil' mama take care of me
You can rest assured, Chachirelli really take care of you
I can be your provider, soul mate, confider mental health

I don't feel nothin'
Goin' numb to this shit
But I'm still buzzin'
Like I'm dumb off the scripts
I got bills comin'
Every month it's a flip
Was a lil

dreamin of a holier place
But people say hes phoney cause he lowkey aint a saint
Lil homie had a past, he was smashin' every d
The urge in his head,

else like me
And I'm not close to perfect
No way
Posted up by my lonely
Been chillen kicking like soccer
To these lil thoties
Can't be boujie
Without