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I come home and get my rocks off every time I pop out Bo a make one post and bring all the thots out
Say I been steppin' I ain't know I had it in
paint with the gold thang shinin'
Hands out the window, I'm blinded by diamonds
Like they say, all good things to an end
Cause in the game you either
many men (Amen) And tonight, I want to speak in a way that you'll
realize That God ordained every one of his creations to be successful.
Look at this
fucked by a stick of dynamite
You're weak nigga, you bout to die up in your sleep
The overlord of rap will never meet defeat
Pain and agony, I don't touch
father, and hey I love gold
But can buy anything I want from the records I've sold
Jacuzzi's hot, Cristal is so cold
Neighbors catch contacts, from
sellin' coke
And now the money's looking lovely
Pop the drop top and now the bitches wanna rub me
Kick 'em the game, it's all the same
I kick it back,
the mirror like is it you
And I say I must be the hottest if it isn't you
Stay fresh from my top to my tennis shoes
New coupe, no top, big tennis shoes
overflow my reign won't evaporate I'm top shelf a shot that you Gotta take
It's pop now my turn and you got away what a shame you complain it's a game you
your music when you're all in the booth
That's why I rock up to your shows in a hearse and a suit
I stopped complaining cause I realized I sounded like
the mirror like is it you
And I say I must be the hottest if it isn't you
Stay fresh from my top to my tennis shoes
New coupe, no top, big tennis shoes
the mirror like is it you
And I say I must be the hottest if it isn't you
Stay fresh from my top to my tennis shoes
New coupe, no top, big tennis shoes
television and marketing
Targeted by music industry the politic provocative
Call me the hitman
It's kind of hard ain't it?
With most fear becoming
dipped in sodomy
The madness is a product see
We all want a hit
Talk the biggest game you can until they think you're legit
I'm tryna make a couple dollars
aches, sadness brake ups disappointment hurts no food no shelter no want to help pushing His music is self and he still came up on top I don’t know how I
plenty cheese plenty carats man we looking like some caterers
And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is imitating us
Shaded up, braided up, and I
family and the music
I know this ain't a game I'll do anything to prove it
Never shuttin' up about it turnin' to a fuckin' nuisance
Yeah you I came to pop
the truth is
I’m all in that bitch mouth just like some toothpicks
Doing music hope it don’t flop like when shoes too big
No
Hope it don’t flop
I’m doing
lobbing
I was saying gang with my dawgz
We was mobbin
You can get zipped up broad day
Doing all that plotting
Off a, Off a half a Roxy when I walked in
I
be so-so
Ain't boutta lack, thinkin' you already know doe
You boutta see me at the top, yeah
I'm everything that you is not
Since you ain't know when
plateau
Always at the top
I'm the greatest you know
People they will say
How the G O A T
The greatest to have done
Everything is by me
I control everything
and a skull cap in
Bitches know better fall back
Ball bat to your head
Crack that leave you dead heard what I said
Then i’m all ah scraps and
My lips is looking
the ledge (I pop)
I jump from the edge (I jump)
I jump from the ledge (I jump)
The music within me
No one can kill me
If you find me
You’ll be silly
don't know what's going on
Just rolling
I don't know anything I want
Baby when I die will you remember me
All my niggas gone just memories
No new niggas
Yeah, we started this Strange Music in Trav's basement
Now we gonna have our fifth Strange building because we had patience
And I got all these mass
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