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music
It's a written will in case I lose it
Funny you don't know what the truth is
So here's the real me
All the flaws that I hid still in me
Cause when

through the crack, eyes
I lack fright, cause I'm fucked up still
I feel the devil tryna touch my kid, who would've thought though
As I stand on this

washy (woo)
This a Talladega Night, I think I'm Ricky Bobby (bah, bah)
My advice: quit the music, get a different hobby
All you lil' niggas sound

Honey check it, tell your friends, to get with my friends
And we can be friends, shit we can do this every weekend
Aight? Is that aight with you? Yeah,

out
All these niggas be capping they not bout that action just tell all them niggas to pipe down
Say like shut the fuck up lil nigga you know you ainn

surrounded by drug addicts
Making money is a habit
Nothing short than living lavish
All about my veggies
Got that lettuce, broccoli, and cabbage

They saying

touring make some extra cream
But the experience was priceless
They get me keen and now I'm driven by a
Force that's impossible to visualise
I'm driven like

catch a body
Please don't make me catch a body
Please don't make me catch a body
I'm back in the streets on the narcotics
On that half a pill, dog, what's

a recipe for winning
No point looking back
Saying I could’ve done this
Should've done that
That's valuable time being wasted in the present
And it’s only in

Someone to Hate

M-Boogie

Laid in Full, Chapter 2

2001

tutsi, wear in wardrobe for the movie

You really not the ill nigga that you claim to be (You'se a phony)
All gassed up by ya people, before coming

This an immaculate flow
You thinking bout sending a hit
Knowing I’m playing you close
Lot of shit I never told
And that’s some shit never will 
I just

the plug on the trap phone
I can't afford to slip up again, this could be gone by tomorrow
Your shawty up all on my body (What?)
She got that WAP like Cardi

Niggas full of shit
Hate how you live cause when this pay off Imma give you slips
Full of dollars with a comma that are more than six
Shit listen to me

This song is gon be dedicated
To all the ladies and the housewives
The church girls and the instagram hoochies
Wit the big ole booties
That will make

friends
And we could be friends, *** we can do this every weekend
Aight? Is that aight with you? Yeah, keep bangin'

I love it when you call me big poppa

the club and I'm stunting, yeah
This music shit really my funding, yeah
Might take a lil' flight out to London, yeah
That boy is broke, know he bumming, yeah

Shout out to all of my niggas from the 5, on the beats
Yeah do this for homies, that's alive and deceased
I just pray to stick around, so I can vibe out

of the dome and
Spit better poems than
That crack that took you eight hours wrote
I'm a natural i got you, this is what I do
I'm not a battle rapper I create

Fuck it I guess
I had to get this shit off my chest
Can’t respect that, you’re perspective wack
Maybe you’ll love me when I fade to black
Im a menace,

No games I'm just saying
Time ain't promised so I want mo money like Marlon Wayans
Had to tell them stop playing, got to family now lil girl stay

who blew it
Man
Who knew it
That i'd be on mics
Spitting this fluent
Missing classes
Like a truant
I would lie
But the truth is
I-I wanna do what i said

a lil bit before I come
Up in this game, not just people saying that all my beats go dumb
Bars is getting better, broads is wetter whenever I welcome

my life to this music that I finally realized my potential

I remember way back I was down bad
Now I'm up, had to get it on my own now
I bossed up

as a villain
The rap game Putin, or maybe Mussolini
No one told me that doin' this music would be easy
But everybody told me if I made it, I'd be lucky
So trust