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cats tried to get in my space is what me made me bubble
The agent of my success being lowkey what made me double

Yo
I'm in the cut like buck
Fifty
Who

dick
100 and 50 a road to a milli the king of the city you know who it is
I'm not a midi we fixing to get litty I buss on a titty then space in this

problems til I'm fifty
I look on the bright side
Lived to see another year
Rest in peace to all my peers
Who didn't make it this far xeah
Hope you up there

You become Ed Sheeran with that face full of red dots
Six-fifty Maybach, all the extras
Wavin' like the president, followed by some black trucks
I

the paint
Miss me with the witchcraft
you niggas can burn
At the stake
I can interpret the
Words of the serpents
Who blatantly murder my race
No vertebrae but

There was fifty years between us but that vanished in a flash
As he sat beside the fireplace telling stories from his past
And I could see into his

No puede ser que por miedo
Nos dejemos vencer
Sometimes I don't know what to say
Fuck it (who you love Louie Love)
I'm blacking out in a hurry
Pour

come with that
I be running around for the bag
I can’t stop it my life move to fast
I remember them niggas who thought I was rich cause my daddy pulled

wit the tools
Gorillas with me bitch like I came out the zoo
My brothers, my brothers we stuck like some glue
Spent a hunned on steaks, I spent fifty

bitches on my phone, told that bitch she need to go
Fifty bags then I'll dash let's hope we don't crash
Know that you're in the past, riding round town fast

I nae nae
You are pretty gay
Hey, let's play
Nah fam, no way
Why not?
Okay
Okay
I wanna get a win
You suck, get in the bin
I'm like a shark with a fin

Man i'm staying out the mix
Im staying focus on a motherfuckin bag
How you a boss but you staying with yo mama
Man yo ass sad I get paper all day
Who

the long arm
You ice grillin' me boy You better be Paul Wall
Get strong armed Free, Smoked for a Pall mall
Now you done stepped in the cage with the wrong

these hoes I don’t get thirsty
Ima touch a mil by time I’m thirty
Glock 42 named it James Worthy
Put you in the trunk and drive yo ass to jersey
Back in

prod by LMO so on god, no way, uh
Let 'em hate and watch the money pile up
That's what 50 told Ye and it may hold up
So I'll say fuck you to you if I

kind
My environment raised a rebel ready to rebel
Got shells on the shelves by the cases and a blue 50 gallon barrel for the incase shit

You would not

way until she took me by surprise
This girls got my love
I know who to trust and you got me
Feeling like I'm up
Up, up

House party bring your friends

I rent out the coupe it's tinted
Lately I been on a mission
I been out here running up digits
Don't text my phone don't hit my line
I'm not who you

I’m a shining star you can see a glimpse 
With the Rap music I gotta master it
Ima a small star like a asterisk 
And When I Blow up ima supernova

reminisce for a
Lil bit bout old chimes you could go and diss i don't mind
That folk talk wont land by that don't talk understand my
Position old flow I'm

old friends who never talk a lot, I'm'a smoke and get high as an astronaut
I got bitches who want me I smash a thot
And then if you want smoke then I'm

vulnerable and allow Myself the pain
But fame is seesaw balanced by Name
Go by Devin Roy and try to stay The same
I've been asking you to wait on me
While I

day

Seventy six trombones led the big parade
With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand
They were followed by rows and rows of the finest

to say!
I'm number one and two! You're under Fifty Shades of Grey!
I got the prose of a pro! Your shit's subpar!
You're a pirate! You even stole my "R. R."!