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deserve it
Feel like drake, started from the bottom now we here
Shit was worth it
New chapter, you gon see a better version
Two foreign bitches by my side

music man knew my jam[02:00.61]He played the song, mama grew up on[02:05.37]And sang the old tune, teary eyed[02:10.05]Mama's moved along, but I know when

So thrown when I write want to go
Four faces on the two
That I shown
Feeling so cold
But you know I'm the man that you asked for
Sitting

on the floor, it's all on the floor
If you know, you know
If you know, you know
I made $40,000 in one week, I had hit the road
He ain't never took no risk, so

smokin' to be cool
Stop actin' like somethin' that you not lil' dude
You heard what happened to the last man, just
Be cool
Three K's, like I'm racist, I'm

hiding out in Egypt
Drivin down my street with
40 ounce in my hand 
Y'all don't understand
Time to be a man 
Can't stop me I'm mad
Like I'm in a trance

dandy
Now picture wisdom this intense inside of ghetto fences
That judge the language and the wisdom that was taught by pennies
That came from mothers

a Redbone
In a Bentley truck
She on that dope heavy
Got the Mac and I'm ready
Savage life, like webbie drive-bys
In that Chevy, white girl
Her name Kelly
Semi

up for a minute

She fuck with the vibe she like what i'm doing she say fuck with my music
I'm fucking ha pussy and she creaming saying baby keep doing

let the music unfold (unfold)
Yeah, you, messin' wit' a real one shorty (shortyyy)
I just pulled up to the club, wit' a 40 (fortyyy)
Yeah, we was

blessed, so I don't sneeze
Yall do a lot but get nowhere like Sisyphus
I'd figure by now you'd get sore like syphilis
Bump my music you don't know what

So thrown when I write wanna go
Four faces on the Two 
That I shown 
Feeling so cold
But u know I'm the man that u asked for 
Sitting on this thrown

granny work hard she still in the trenches forty plus years she gave that to the system I stand on all 10 

behind all my sisters I got a lil pistols I

I'm 5-10, forty 2, 225 with my shoes 
Little grey hair but handsome too
Big biceps to man handle you 
Strong legs and back to carry you 
Can get down

And don’t you run, 
Just know that I can take you by force,
Because in those days, 
A death certificate served as a divorce. 
I know it’s gonna rain,

thought about it
I just couldn't seem to get my heart up out it

There's so many things that could do in a lifetime
Yeah
Another young black man from

that on my shorty
I'ma be a fuckin' trillionaire by the time I'm 40
Treat 'em like they circled get from round me if you do not know me
Way before this

man
You Hearing screams for flowing that's that therapy of moments
Unaware of the emotions you experience the fullest
I said I wanna go to heaven but

authorities & then defied the odds
I was too old, too weird, too country, too smart
Too tough to die, Iron Man with a new heart
Life give you NOTHING, gotta

"friends"
Big .40 nigga wack that man
You talking down but I know you a fan nigga
Nigga spend so much money on bitches my nigga they thinking I'm made of that

risking the wager
The competition, from sperm brothers and sisters
Forty million to one point two billion
Fighting, bumping, swimming ahead
Avoiding white

off
Yo Yo Yo Yo Chuck
Yo what's good bruh
Yo your phone goin crazy right now bro
N****, do it got a dollar sign by it
Nah
Do it say Momma Paradi$e
Nah

the hood for like two weeks, shit gettin' serious
.40 Cal I keep it near me, pop that pussy nigga cherry, huh
Ain't no in between, you either solid or you

corrupt what's vital to cash that's just an idol
But I'm gon' let it stack and get back what's entitled
40 acres full of grapes growing
See if your hate's