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You know what it is man
It's your boy Pollard
I be on my naruto vibe and shit n***a
All day everyday I keep it one hunned
Now I've been having some

Yuh
Yeah i come through for y'all
Everyday i count my blessings
One by one, I know yeah, yah
Everyday I'm tryna be the one i want
I know yeah
Wait wait,

y'all can't hang
Fuck a 3-5 or a dub
Put a dime inna wood it'll do fine
Tell 'em fire that shit up
Trynna bring my mind back to them good times
Go too far

cup code word codeine coming
What's that talkin' in code but I ain't talkin' in secret
Keep a white girl cause' ion' like all that seasoning
Never

Imma speedy driver swerving lanes last whip I crashed it
That's a minor L got my bread up new whip just landed
I'm silent man
They talk loads that's

Tell me What you living for
Act like livings a chore
Tell me what it is
I tell you what it ain’t
Boy still got Gas in the tank
Bout to blow
The top

Chopping chopping that's a wrap
Dropping bombs like it's Iraq
On the track, I'll be driving by when all your tires flat
This has started as a metaphor

it?)
And ima tell you now
(I know you memba dat?)
I love you lil bruh
(Lil bruh boy I love you lil bruh)

They say if it's meant to be it's up to me

a mustang, then crash
She gon' need an iveen with saleen
Real, Real Roxxstar! Shit!
S-Sip that Wockhardt bitch
Actavis all up on my lip
When I kiss my bitch

flying by his ankles 
It's like we all Tryna make it out the hood 
I'm Tryna bring all of my peoples man I'm praying that their good 
Because this beef

peach all around, waiting for the bomb I'm picking all these veggies out the ground.
Bowser blowing flames, that's why I'm picking all these dames, slam

tell him shoot me, uh
Don't give a fuck about a groupie, uh
Jit wet him up like Jacuzzi, uh
Beat up that pussy, I'm bruising, uh
And Shawty so mad that

It. When the night comes she wants me 
Inside it. I’m excited, cause i'm about to go all night in. 

You my lil rockabybaby, 
I see that insomnia been

niggas stop all that lying I ain't even trying here it
Aye I'm being serious
Had to spend me some racks on my appearance ain't no more clearance
Everything

on the block
Cause the party don't stop until they stop the clock

Verse2: (Clive Bunka)
80s and 90s, I'm an MTV kid
DMC Christmases, Fat Boys, Jeff & Smith
I

take heed, my son
And hear what you've done
You and all your kind have far too many wives
Some of you, I'm told, have ten or more
Others even have

All these people janky
Bout to fuck 'em up like I'm Tay Keith
Just got the word 1250 for the risky
Hop in go and get it bring it back Just did it
Now

My life is brilliant, my love is pure
I saw an angel, of that I'm sure

People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt can you hear them cryin'?
Can

supernaturally rappin' a masterpiece
Half of these A&R's haven't seen that I'm savagely
Attackin' half of these faggots so casually, naturally y'all be lookin'

I been making money in my crib don't need to leave it[00:13.98]Do the only thing I tell her not to do that bitch be fucking Eveing[00:16.80]Ima block

like a martian,
All of my weed comin' straight out the garden
He say i'm broke but he get money hardly
I fuck his bitch she ride me like a Harley
Smokin'

grew up
Mind blow from these shooters
They all say that they know me
I've been a legend while was repping Kobe
Making moves like ginobili
Hotter than

imagine what life would be like without you,
And you would always act like I never gave you proof,
That I always cared about you
And you was always by my

trying to get away
They ask me where I'm at
Trying to set a date
I tell 'em Allday, motherfucking every day

I think I'm gonna need some eye drops
Tomorrow