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All I want for Christmas is a billion dollar business
Need a bag for my efforts cause I work for all my riches
I'm a hot boy, got a fever
I got paper

this all that I got
Hate to be precise, but my mind is buried inside this art
Wasn't always like this, my life was normal just from the start
But then it

want this? I've never been no saint
Call me Metatron for now or even Naka
Or at least an inhale, give me a code name

You want it real, don't call me by

Ima put your flow in a Rolex box and tie it with a fucking ribbon
This shit is Platinum
I got to give to you
Want it now should I wait 'til Christmas

your rain down by me
I break down to my knees
I need some answers please
Oh I

Ok I'm coming back to murder them 
I'm planning on me
Got the rain pouring

Driving home this Christmas
In a brand-new Jaguar
Nigga I blow past
Haters sitting there
Eating leftovers for breakfast
Asking to themselves
How long would

rocket on my waist I might launch this shit
Smoking Christmas tree with the purple ornaments
You're moving beg that shit I'm not endorsing it
She want to F

got bullets stuck to your palate
Smoke crack in the back of Wonton Palace
We open for business it's Christmas
Ain't nobody up in this bitch doing shit

Christmas time
She thought I was the homicide, I knew that this shit can get ugly
Ain't never had no friend, til I met KK by me I know he slanging that cutter

As I Roved Out

Margo Hennebach

Big Love

1998

When I lived in London, I used to love singing this on my way home from the 
Blackhorse Road Tube stop
As I roved out on a May morning
On a May

stressin', wait
She like fuckin' with a nigga with potential
Damn, all this Nike shit on me, expensive
QM Rapping C4 on the instrumental
Wait, wait, wait,

late on Christmas

She was really what the gift is
She wrapped me like I'm Olympus
She said, you see just what this fifth did
She said, I think you was

I met this kid name Zham
And we became friends like its nothing
Ever since that day you know we'd have the illest school lunch sessions
Where we did

and sleep is one hell of a Christmas gift
Bruh I'm working for no benefits
Saving up trynna tint the whip, like (Really nigga)
Couldn't get the chick I set

feelings gon be in a hurse
When this finished
I'm a man of my word
When it comes to a verb
Got a lawyer so I ain deterred
By a sentence
My brother was

Feasting like a beast
I’m going feral
Singing 'bout my feats
Christmas carols
Got love on the gram
Sellin' my work by the gram
Then they just buy by

they gone shoot
She want tequila 1942
I wanna fuck on this bitch she a bop
Cut off the top like a surgeon
We catch a jug and we splurging
Wake up early

write
Yawl got board games for Christmas here they tossing out life
This our story, they gon' hear it, we won't let em' break our spirit
You my nigga, you

to perception
Fuck bout a hobby, baby, don't you see the progression

I'm only embodied by a vibe and maybe a message
I'm mortified, really, I see em walkin' like

proof that I can trust a lady
Led by example so I can't be lazy
No-one's gonna come and save me
See I knew from young this world was fucking crazy
Fucking

fun
Ian mean to eat you niggas up no tums
But I'm smoking on big gass for my vet lungs
My bitch is a Stylist she don't wear no toms
Stop jocking this

And sweeties, thank you for waiting
To open gifts
But, girls, you can just open 'em
Dad ain't making it home for Christmas
Wish I had the strength to just blow

seen you was on Christmas Day 
Fucked up that my gift was him taking you away 
We will meet again one day in my heart is where you'll stay 
This is my

the renaissance

I made this beat back in 22, back before I had any inner peace or an interview
Growing up, they treated me like the lead on A typical
Now I'm