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that's how the game go (yeah)
Oh no, still grindin it's been seven days
Same clothes (hehe)
Been cookin up til it's
Done and ain't stoppin
Don't get it

to my room
She want the view I told her to zoom
Gone in the day back by the noon 
Oh wait, why is this all blurry 
Stand down because it might get scary

But always up the next day, slicing Wink Kong gunslingers
Bloody battles ensue, but we all fear The Lo Pan
Incarnation of evil, a cold killer, but No

Philly 7th street yea I seen some better days. Too early was the call we felt bout soldiers That done stepped away. Praying when the madness stops. Never

furiously,
Mary sings loudest, moral pillar of clay

Her husband boasts
She's such a God-fearing woman
She talks of love, morals, faith, salvation, chastity,

See everybody act like they the man to watch
But I don't even see em running half the block
Influenced by the Michael Watts and Rapalots
I won a Grammy

got to say
Moving on. MacPherson music type of day
Weed breath, Avalon, Nuemann thing
Botany, seed sex, hybrid eggs
By myself or walking in with

kind is as rare as an egg by Faberge’

Blow Mary J with a prayer that she takes my cares away

My room’s remaining so smoke filled, you’ll think the air

was by the trigger
Bigger than your ego
Isi-ego backing off this prodigal son
Know that, that flat nyash you spot
Am turnt to fuck on (Fuck)
After my

& all the ppl, taking pictures by cathedrals
Godly MC on the microphone yo we not equals
Defeat D'evils, that one day can Roc-A-Fella
On beats or just

Yo, Dest'n?
Remember where we grew up?
Was always at your granny house, we would be living it up
Was tryna to get that cash by cutting grass, wasn't

money and burnin' the J's (POTS)
Roppin' new music and countin' the plays
Back in the day I would smoke by the eighth (BNM)
Now I be smokin' the shit that

I'm about to go crazy on 'em
Shout out to that nigga J. Cole, man
One of the only motherfuckers I fuck with

They counted me out, as if God don't

playing home by P diddy in the city 

Cops upstate tried get me like a week ago
Playing games with them I hid and now they still seeking bro

Gotta chase

and to everyone that love somebody 

That is what this show is all about
You are now listening to "Oh Baby"

Full course meal that's the way that I feel
My Mary J

official to call my name 
Imagine King in the booth with Queens like Mary J
Say that again
Repeté 
s'il vous plait
I see they don't yet R.E.S.P.E.C.T. my

on me
I wish everything that you said
Your behavior displayed
I got a check on the way
Making plays by the day
Three in the morning
The pancake house
Four

middle school fuck the rules had no clue
The ghetto ah blow ya mind away ok AK ah
Knock your brain away when I hustle Lord I pray
For better days like by

on the white look
I hit a zurg just to get a buzz
Graffiti artist type markers
Agrestic the best hit's from
Mary Louise Parker
Peter, ms Parker she got a fat one

On top of the world
And these days im rockin the earlobe
I walk buildin you talkin to me like I’m
Robert dinero
How i got my wrist so frozen They

profanity we keep it clean
Like the interior up in my whip
Smoke alot in it so ash be in it
Got endless roaches got like 56
Break em down
Roll em up
Mary J my

probably playin' golf
Like 7 days a week
Number one rapper
But its Momo on the beat
Oh I think they like me
The sales don't slow
I'm in the minor leagues cuz

pulled up in the Three-Twenty-Five I
And A.J. bought a Joe-Paul-Mary
Silk shirts, his gators was Blueberry
And this the shit OG's used to do
Scoop every

hoes
Niggas' be 12 turn to 7 by the Fo

Ice on the neck with Pateks is the goal
Making 500 here then go cop me ghost
And that's 500 stacks matte