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just can't be stomached by the
No, no, it was like the fir-, it was like the first track
I was like, "Oh my God"
I like it, but I was like
So okay,

this
And the rhyme I switch
And I cock my shit
And these words I git
On the track I dip
But they talking
I call that shit foolery
Because of the way that

Go back and look at all the ways that I used to rap
I'm constantly developing new tactics to use in tracks
When inspirations gone and motivation is

No he can't
Yes she can't 
But I will

No he can't
Yes she can't 
But I will

Que made the beat by the way

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But I will
Suburban

up with lead
Bend through the opps I'm tryna catch 'em
(24 is the GOAT)
How you smokin' my dead and
I don't got no dead
They know my bop, Mr everything

Never not workin
But you knew that
Uh
Uh
I knew by the way that a nigga heart setup, Id get fucked over a lot
I'm aquaman on dry land, tryna stay

body we ain’t have no discussion
All that azz when I’m in her she be getting the running
I like lil baddies natural stretch marks on they stomach
I can’t

Chophouze on the track
You know (Yeah)
800 shit
Alley God, nigga

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm sellin' turkey bags, fifteen hundred a piece, yeah
Money make

Hey!
Mr. wipe down ya heard me Foxx-a-million yall!
This one be the reeemix!
Badass, Savage life, Foxx-a-million
Man you already know what it is ya

with a grain of salt
Trust nobody I don't care to see where they all want me cause I oversee
Where my ship sails, I'm the one who gotta stand by

many times I look to my left n my right n see the people I got by my side
But all they be doin is telling me lies so I don't let them in the circle

brothers
Trying to bank up on a million, steady creeping on a come up
With that Seven, Mr. reverend, can U answer my Question
If I have made, a Million

Especially when in a pinch
And you need prep time, 'lil spoiled kid
I deploy quick
So many rounds off in your chest, Mr. Duncan'll tell you I'm not to toy with

can't stop until the tracks look like my neck I need them golden
Keep the windows open spraying Ozium my shit be potent
My brudda keeps on getting popped

Cuz I'm the Mack

The Jacka

The Jacka

2001

[Jacka]
You know these whodies be askin'
Uni Mack 10
Can I be your bitch [can I be your bitch]
Naw, you can be my ho
I put you on a track

Shot T a text
Mr S connects
He said what's next
We need to build more
Do me a mash or
Your words in the suns rays
Because some days
I don't want to hear

grab her all by the throat
Always a danger ion even gotta tote
Niggas really be some self proclaimed goats
Heart ona track just listen to the beat
Lil

be decided by bosses who sit in an office
My grind will determine my annual earnings
I'm finding that
Most people settle for shit they don't want
Not

real rap I forget they need to cap
If you niggas stop fronting I'll eat my hat
If you hoes don't lie, then kill me God
If they lying on the track then

fucking in the back of my concert
Offended by the lack of a roster
I can easily handle a monster
Off a redline and a handle of monster
We ain't the same boy

and corrupt
This that 06 Lil Wayne Guerilla in 03
A level like Heath Ledger before he OD
I'm brown on both cheeks loud
When the 'tron speaks
Never answer calls

the beat but collecting no cheques
Don't need the money to be motivated, but I'm racing
Through these damn tracks, while my peers, they be over-hating
Just

I pretend
Its not what I intend
Forget about all the rules and plan
Getting in use the struggle I do it again

Baby you can be by me
Say I got

trash by own father
Family on my ass but Ian give damn I just went harder
They say I'm disrespectful y'all can suck my dick just to take it further
Y'all