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50
In the club hated by many men
I'm sofa king
Wavy
Until them call me away
I'm sofa king
Wavy
Tomorrow not promised so today
I'm sofa king
Wavy
Until

Step
Now you mad
Step
That's too bad
Step
I'm high class (Step)
She like the way I
I gotta go
I'm not like many men, you outta know
You can just tell by

building
Killing men who would be kings
Written by Rudyard Kipling

Moondance slaps me with waves of bilayer bap
My heart is running marathon, let's see what

Lunch break at those places, in fact
At many of them in order to keep your job
You don't take lunch then there's OVERTIME
And the books never seem
To get

At the park, with my homie sipping red Kool-Aid (ahh)
Got approached by this white dude dark blue shades
Thick accent, asked me if I'm tryna get paid

Bitch I'm on my fendi shit, All black, with a semi gripped
Many men wished death upon me like i was 50 bitch
Glock 19 extended clips, Bands on me

the Benji's in 
Hit the mall 
Spend and spend
Bad brown skin bitch
Im calling her cinnamon 
Young nigga coming out the streets
Like 50
Im hated by many men

the city 
Hit the back road still listening to 50 *many men
It's a good time no matter the scene 
Whether I'm by myself or with the team 
Sipping on a top

she own it stop fronting bitch
Pussy ran on by many men ain't no fifty bitch
Balling like I'm Jordan by the way that I be scoring
Drinkin' on the Henny

spoke of competition 
I've came across many men 
And haven't met a challenge yet
No threats they come correct
Or throw subliminals and never direct
They

sight of society
And across the board
We got heartless men in suits Rigging cards in their decks full of sleuths
Man I don’t know how to get out of this

and fame many go overboard today
People can't be who they R
Afraid of the step in the depth beyond
What's seen through eyes of men tryna be God
Whatever you

bout fifty)
Walked to the trunk, I could tell by the stench in it (mmm)
Popped it open, man, I swear he had the Grinch in it (I hate you Whos)
What could

a regular, we ain't the same thing
Different beast
Spit so many facts my home calls me a priest
Spent $130 on a pair of J's for the week
They mids, but they

from beginning to end
I fuck her her twin and her friend
Put dick in your bitch she pretend that we kin
I feel like I'm fifty
I'm riffing with many

bout fifty)
Walked to the trunk, I could tell by the stench in it (mmm)
Popped it open, man, I swear he had the Grinch in it (I hate you Whos)
What could

At the park, with my homie sipping red Kool-Aid (ahh)
Got approached by this white dude dark blue shades
Thick accent, asked me if I'm tryna get paid

of snow and lay up singing with Whitney

On earth I got to fight odds not to drown had to move quickly
Use it not do not do it buy by the 50 pound nobody

to grieve, but I know they're grown ass men
With so much machismo, it would do no good for me to go asking them to not respond
But if they get killed, what am

my dawgs
This bitch feelin' like I'm Finn

Feel like 50 behind my dawgs
Now I'm killin' so many men
Told my brudda if u swing your door boy yo ass

might up off the waist
I'm mistaken his face for a blemish
I'm killin em
Numb to a bitch I ain't feeling em
50 with hoes if they fuckin with many men

trap and I get busy,
Sellin dope out in da city,
Sold some work, sold some dizzy,
If u want it it’s in dats trizzy,

Many men want dead , startna feel

and it's fuck the opps crazy, won't say it again
LaQuarries living, I'm blinded by death, ain't talking 50, we killed many men
We hit they block, ain't

body peng and she bang a skeng
From her friends, she don't wanna hear their two cents about men, irrelevant
Me, her one element, we don't come in