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me"
Do you still want my love? We'll
Talk about it next week

Damn, shawty a star but only a little
She give me top, she playin' the fiddle
Between hate

I love you ma
From the bottom, thank you
I see the love, I see your sacrifice in my children's eyes
They were born free - incredible

Mama was

senior bro
Why I got a senior flow
He like Jesse Jagz because B-side ain't never seen you flow
Brothers from different mothers united
By a struggle united

Like my goals is not your goals baby
And even if we did have the same goals,
We still would have would to be on our own mission
So when we see each

still in amazement by how my nigga just blazing
So much money we making we just toss and just waste it
On bullshit making rain like Wayne and Fat
Got my

a mess
Cousin died in paradise now you rest
Same time he was dying you fucking left
Why the fuck is it me you is so against
Remember when we used to be

shit just was in me
I already know how that shit feel
I touch my first hunnid, I was hoodrich
Niggas ain't fuck with me, not even lil' bit
I'm still that

yo' ass a bird, feel like I'm Stunna' how I stunt
And my man still doin' time, he put his opp inside a blunt
Man, I bought yo' bitch some titties, cause

I could see my name in shining lights like Bruno or the sun
We confused 'em like they dumb
Stack up so high, I'm finna hit Pluto (Pluto)
We been

frown cause he aint amused
By the tainted views of the sainted few who claim danger looms
So smoke paints his rooom
Now his anger brews and gangs persue

Scott
You can be the boss if you down to work and nobody hiring you
Coz I could be surrounded by fine art and still be admiring you
Just come and march

real, light at the end of the tunnel is dim/
All black dickie set with the timbs/
I can tell Mike whip by the rims/
Lame nigga poppin shit like he him/

stabbed in the
Back by my best friend
Now he acts like I don't even know him,
Loves what I'm supposed to show him.

I have so much anger I could just keep

stumble
But still keep the faith the hustle gone grow
Gotta get it man that's all that I know
Never side tracked by a ho
Cause out in the field this shit

and fry 
These text apply to the most Superbly fly 
Clearly written, My dirty linen I air and dry 

Gunmen swerving by, problem rectified, 
Piece go in your

momma fucking struggling
All my niggas know me cause we get it back You could tell a hoe I love her but I'm just
Gon send her back I don't play by

or got it all
You gotta pay attention people built different
You put that niggah in position and he still tripping
That's ungrateful make use of what you

don't play around
We on pillow talk to none of these hoes
How the fuck that sound
Shootin' at the free throw by myself
Cause you kept playin' foul
Now I

I need your mercy Allah
I need provisions
To take care of my needs
And keep on to dey take care of my mum
Please stay by me
Responsibilities
Are

you the signs all you did was evade it
This song is a letter, a picture i painted
Kept track of my debts cuz i’m still finna pay it
You out and its late

still cherish this hex
Aware I was rarely blessed, not wary of perishin' yet
Daring to take the steps to have it blarin' in ya tape decks
Cuz I ain't dead

jacket and get to snatching niggas
Hell nah ain't doing no laughing nigga
Big player no geronomo
Any mini grab a fuck nigga by the toe
If he think I'm

family forreal 
If it wasn't for D I wouldn't be here forreal 
He denying it still 
I got plans for it 
Wife foreign 
Polo on nigga Ralph Lauren 
Fake news

for the drive, and dedication
All bars from God, the creator, I'm the creation
They designed by computers, I can see it in animation
To the top we going