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Hustle hard I make brand top dollar
Your dame dashed cos I rocked a fella
You might say I'm a bad boy I admit I diddy
I'm notorious for my big lyrics

a nigga brain Buh Shii still lined his jaw

Ok they slide today they bring them Ks ain finn run no fade
This shock gonn leave you more then tased you gonn

She like the way I sing what what I gotta rap for
Nappy twists by any means Malcolm x in skinny jeans
Baby don't play me, don't play me (That a big man

face)
Think you bad but you fuckin a boss you betta catch a ride
Cut off the news (why)
Cause when I think about it all it do gimme the blues
20K that's

the best that's worst
In other words
You need to find some other words
As cruse down the curves
Plead the fifth
Wether 1st or the 3rd
N that's up surd
By

thought it would be over
Just by blowing your estate
I got questions and answers
I want it you got it
Niggas treat you like a ho while
They treat me like

the game stand tall and remain as ah soldier
But if you take ah couple losses can't let it control you
Ik it's bad momma I'm sorry it speak to my soul
Made

know you got it bad, yuh
I know that you never had, yuh
I gotta go, do the dash, yuh
You know that I never lack (yuh)
Pistol on me, never lack (yuh)

hate but I don't mind it, anyweh the money deh, I'll find it
Bad from J.A. straight to the U.K, to a place called Bedford where it's lovely
Yo me nuh

and try to paint me as the bad guy
If you ever pick the other side, then stay on that side
I need all my paper with Ben Franklin on the backside
Learned

keep my plate clean
'Cuz I put my hair up and I swallow

She live in her own world like she's a trendsetter
Heard that you're sick with it hope that you

hopping, something like pogos
And I need me a bad bitch from the city
And she gotta go, if she acting up with me
And I ain't no goofy, can't let a bitch play

By now all you niggas should know my name
I'm not impressed by the cars, clothes, jewelry, the women, or fucking fame
You rappers all sound the same

We had the ave looking south street
With a bad lil bitch she from out East
A centerville nigga with a mouth piece
With my face masked in the field

Now you think this song is a hit kid, real nice
I love how you deleted traces all after a couple of nights
You want to win so bad, burn money just

you need to sign off
Sick with no sinus, labels tryna sign us
Baby, she the finest, brain sbe the livest
Can't stay the night 'cause I'm only with

nothing blood
I had it all
And then I lost it
I gave her my heart
Then she tossed it
I was down bad
I was stumbling
I had the bag
But then I fumbled it
I

I caint loose told her i caint loose
I could never feel bad about it only one hurt was u
Bitch i was so confused like what the fuck did i do ?
Its

[Intro]
Give thanks
To the most high I give thanks
On the good days and bad days
Tryna give more than I take
Mohntra in the house, young Spence in

you up like a boob job
I'm bad enough to hit a moon walk and
Change modes
I roll bitch
I'm finding madness
I am so ahead
That I beat the fucking shaft

Turning back, but she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad

Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
And looking on she sings the songs

hangin' around these niggas, they be switchin' up like hoes
I'll be bad all by myself, I don't need no fuckin' coach
Niggas claimin' they a bro, but they

associates
I'm a bachelor
2% of African-American males
Got a masters
99% of you rappers
Don't own your masters
85% of people are enslaved
By the 10%

(Hey, yeah-yeah)
Shit's no fair, I was yo' mans
I want the world but still gave you my hand
You want a plan, I gave you a chance
Yo' interest, my