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a hand out
When I come through the city, niggas bring them bands out
Sound the semi off, it's soundin' like we brung them pans out
I'ma hot boy,

look I know what it is and what it ain't, hoe
Hate working a nine to five get off the bank closed
Bam bam bam
By any means
By any means necessary

This is the end
But at the same time
It’s just the beginning
We all know that niggas be hatin
They’re crabs in a barrel
But why not just follow me

the studio and make a hit off the bounce
But now it's Tom Ford in the armoire
Look at the arm that's a Audemar
We at the Mondrian hit the front desk, tell them

look at us
Started off so young
Now we have it all
It's so hard to believe it, why?
But now we move on
So this is goodbye
Never thought that I would see

look come on man I know
My mates are waiting on weed but I'm just waiting on dough
I wanna be a minted villain like you'd see in a show
A rich cunt,

a message to the streets
This ain't no rap cap
(This ain't no rap cappin')

Ayy, this shit ain't just rappin' (Nah)
Thought it was Christmas Eve how
This

heard some things that I just didn't like
It's good to see you up and getting back on the bike
So let me show you all about the place
You're look good,

look up to me like a fool cause I look soft
I'm not tall but I have the balls to buy a voodoo doll
And throw 'em all in a casket like it's b-ball
Got

low
Gettin' the paper, I'm gettin' the dough like I'ma baker
They feelin' me flow, I'm Naughty By Nature
I'm ballin' so hard like I'ma Laker
From head

that you’ve got a brand new camera and studio
To go with just to try to use it for the channel that you stole bitch
Giving the innocent look like, “What

Drew
Chill like Mr Wizards
By the Galleria too
Made it out the danger zone
Before I made it on the news
Lost a couple homies young
And I still miss em

Oops, I forgot the rest
I got real tired all of a sudden
My head, it started nodding

Look
Drugs, drugs, druggy drug drugs
Some of them make your stomach

the feelings you caught
You tellin' me bout yo sexual thoughts
Yo mama seen it put yo kik on locc
I couldn't even look at her in the parking lot
She said we

might've missed
I'm the ghost of Christmas future
With your final gift
So I will take your hand and
Listen to you screaming through it
Or I can just extend

dangerous world
And it will serve for everyone
At least I have this hope
I want to be a lifeguard
Like Jean Valjean, but
Life incidents have challenged me
For

nature nothing fabricated for themselves
It's a shame what's to blame
Nothing really true, I guess the answer like a game

Look we've had this feature

bout to takeover
I ain't scared of nothing, what you talking bout
You can't do it how I do it what you spazzing bout 
You a sidekick mane like Chewbacca,

Soul Killa

I know a whole lot about violence
Growing up I watched a lot of TV
Shows to show the lot of it now I'm grown
Now I know niggas who throw

to door like Christmas carols
Leave ya shook like a seizure, look
Don't need a hook cuz I'm shootin fuckin fish in barrels
I'ma get dinero with my lyrical

Even if a lot of people gonna hate it
They gone look back at song like this
And realize this the realest I shit I ever wrote

That when I’m talkin,

optimistic.
I realize it has a lot to do with me. I feel.

I think that's because I'm afraid.
I'm narcoleptic. It's true.
for helping me, like Luca, Jamie,

lead-lined Brooks Brothers
You elbow the jukebox and sing "Duck and Cover"
And breed out our incisors, feed on white wine and Pfizer
It don't look like

the Benz it aint nothin
Assists like John Stockton, all the bros that I put on
My diamonds way to cocky, take em out they showing off
I can't do no Christmas