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I've been thinkin
I've been thinkin bout all the little things I couldn't live without
Used to be one of 'em thoughts
But now look at us
Went from

Told Cartier this shit sound like church
And don’t check me check your boyfriend bitch
Run it
All we do is make hits bitch
Let me talk my shit
Let me

as a boss
2nd nature, just by breathing I can torch
Your rhyme schemes are Irene, what I mean is your rain on top will be weak when it Reach New York
In all

blazin', I leave 'em lonely
Flexin' hard in the Iron suit, superstar status
Saving lives, makin' moves, always the baddest

I'ma superstar!...

dem partments, I ain't had a dime somehow, now I'm important
Super Saiyan, hit em with it ahhh
Where y'all gonna run now
Turn that shit that get out I'm

that nigga like whoa, Midnight Club 2 my remix, PS2 lil nigga kick shit, death note put em on a hit list, case a nigga wanna know, tryna keep the peace

be crusin, end up losin em, them packs was always touchin
Building credit, go an get it, gotta finance
Now I'm walkin with a stick just like a blind

Hop out da whip I got bunch killers wit me by my side 

I ain’t tryna race u pussy nigga y u runnin out yo mouth

Hit dat nigga it fire fire fire

hit by lightning once
Myself and my mama who I trust

I know there's prolly niggas who all envy me
I know it's prolly cuz I am the mvp
I got the main

Medicine Bottle

Red House Painters

Red House Painters [Vinyl Box]

2015

Giving into love and sharing my time
Letting someone into my misery
I told it all step by step
How I landed on the island
And how I swam across

Wait hold up, i jus spotted 2 freaks
Wait pour up, u gone see wat i see
Let the liquor kick in dey hands stuck to dey knees
And I’m like shake dat ass

Is what I'm tryna say
When you live this life this shit get kinda tough
When you get this fly only way I'm going up
Say you get this high lil nigga I

y'all all at
Ya broad told me that it's all cap
You don't really live it
Its jus all rap
Young niggas and they all strapped
Have em pull up in that all

Tre chilin but BlaccBaby on da beatbox (uhhh)
Djin the pussy how I scratch up the beatbox
Yea I had to jab, jab that's a re rock (got'em)
Stackin up

It hit different when the legends really act like bitches
From a far dey solid, get up close and niggas really snitches
Niggas writin bars I'm givin

I made it out the trenches
Remember I live in the kitchen
With a laptop and printer
I did for my niggas
Thats locked up behind them prisons yeah
Wish

consistent enough, I had to lay down
Now I'm back up and it's time to go get it
Y'all ain't gotta trust me, I got perfect credit
Said a lot of things, don't

of the bitterest times & forget our inner design
I still believe we'd be living divine
When you'll admit it baby, hit up my line
Just hit up my line

I don't wanna'

Where do I go
I do not know
I might buy a house out by the coast
But this ain't living up to how I hoped
Nowadays they calling me a GOAT
But I just wish I

say it's gonna kill me but Imma live it up
Cause I'm living in the present fuck the future or the past time
Hit the club put on a show like it's

the bucket that's for Pablo 

Big jets fill em up with cigar smoke

100 racks coulda knocked out ya car note

If you play then you Lay you get knocked by your

whipping em clean from the back to the front
Not afraid to get it how I live it my nigga I'm just keeping it blunt
I know that they hating a nigga seeing

They tell you how to live your life they tell you be the same
Can't hear what they acclaim
Don't let em in the way
The powers in your hands don't ever

[Verse Two: Masta Ace]
The Y2k is a brand new "era"
I'm tryin' to make hits like Yogi Berra
I wonder how long I'll be in this biz
Cuz it's not all "cheer"