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am the champion better call up an ambulance
On Ambien but I'm still wake
Motherfucker when I come around i'll handle them
Emergency burn it up in

fire like Benson, huh
Piece up all intentions
Lord knows I'ma hold down my own
Real nigga shit, bread up in my bones
I ain't got no time to waste, ayy,

been chasing bread 

So a verse 

I could do 6 to 9 

Check my Candice 

Hold up 

Bih you fronting 

I’m on that act 

Don’t know how to act 

Won’t go

wouldn't like it, then they fight
I go staying up, be talking, go to sleep, then be awake

Should've listen if I wasn't super caught up, nigga Blake
Warning

pleasure”
There’s nothing better. 

Hold up one minute, I’m back in this bitch
Parsons, I keep me a sack in this bitch
On my Malcolm X, by any means in this

keep building up, trying to get like third degree
But now you living carefree, so that mental won't destroy ya
You just keep on popping, doing anything

'em
I don't care if you ain't heard a me
Certainly
Gettin to the bag you see
Sturdily
Leave you with the third degree
Murder scene
Rappers think they

Ok, my two door is a spaceship coupe
And ima use it just to pull up on you
We can ride past the stars
Go to Venus and Mars
When we there, no telling

the person I wanted to be
Masters degree by 23
Bitches try can't touch me
I am beauty and the beast

helicopter 
I got a huge plantation and no degree as a farmer
Up to the highest 
I am running the game like a lion in the forest
I am dope and I get voa

motherfuckin' prophet
Beg your pardon? 
D-d-did I stutter? 
Pen to the canvas like I'm bob Ross (Bob Ross)
Call me big boss (Big boss) 
On the come up like Steve

Yes to tone up the first degree burns
I bleach
Yes I
Yo shoutout to all di Ghana massive
Shoutout to all di Jamaica massive
One more tin before you go

whip it's a fast one
Pull up in a S.R.T.
Only bad hoes around me
Benjamins a grantee
She give me brain got a degree
When I walk in I'm V.I.P.
Balling

one man that shit like a coupon
Speak on me ain't no bygones by bygones
I'm in Atlanta speed racing the cops, got some shit on the window might fuck up

Just to get
Another degree
Nigga Turn the
Stove up
to 150
Degrees
He just Got
A lil Draco
That shit can
Rip through a tree
And when his bitch
Get tired

to beat it beat it up going stupid
Talking murder in the first degree, writing out a eulogy
But looking back at it, my rhythm had wack patterns
Couldn't

timeless, on times, I was, too bent, and way too high man, way too high…
Wasted too much time man, now-a-days, by the end of the night, I'm just tryna grind

hold up
Lost all my hope, straight fuck up
Cut Throat the grave yard terror
My birth was a fucking error, hoe
I'm getting high so I can laugh

Saliva

DJ Nu-Mark

Hands On

like if I ain't know where his hands been

Hussy, how bout we bloody up your ?
Bust a knee
Then go feeling study, or plus degree ?
True victory,

surviving 100 degree summers
And not toughen up

Seemed like the church was the safest place to be 
Instead of roaming in the streets

Well since i’m going

Souly the leading role
But to each his own
Wanted to bring along
But had to be alone
By any means I'm a feed my dome
I'm setting up boundaries
Peep

couldn't count my cries
I'm like a monster trying to humanise
Everyday that goes by the good inside me dies (uh)

And when im down who gonna stand by me
My

I don't even got my degree
You know that I gotta eat 
Getting it straight from the street

All by myself 
And I'm freezing
I'm hot cuz I'm facing

paint the sky
I got love on my mind but got knives in my back
I got angels in my ear, telling me to hold back
Too smart for my own good, so I gotta play