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And then give her my sweater
Do we got a problem like "Pardon" or "Part my apologies"
I'm tried by the fire that's pottery
Part of the prophecy
Shout out

Move On

A+

Latch-Key Child

1996

died tryin' to live better
Did what you had to do and now you deceased
I hope you livin' in peace don't even stress that beef
Go 'head and sleep count

keep my sweater fly
So even as I wipe my eyes, it seem like everything is fine
Too many wrongs I'm trying to right
Who would've thought you walk out my

way before it all went fubar 
And there's no shooting star to wish it better 
By our own admission all this friction is flapping wings of a different

and Just a Chandler Baby
Damn I really miss you
Rather these bitches drive me crazy
Then my niggas tryna snake me
Then make a song about them niggas
Like we

fuck, I can't say no
Got designer on my sweater
Got the bitches, make them wetter
I don't brag, but I am better
Did this by myself whatever
Fetti fetti

if I aim your way
Bow, bow
The fuck
We in the club, shorty off the liquor
Shot after shot, fuckin' up her system
She love my songs, dancing

nutting better
It's 30 degrees and I'm still stunting in a polo sweater
Spitting these bars until the hoes is sending love letters my way
We in a rush we

Black tie party up in Beverly Hills
I'm rockin' Vans and a sweater cause I'm keeping it real
Actually, I didn't get the memo
These housewives look me

getting by
I always wanted more
Had dreams of riding foreign
So God put me in a Porsche
I drove it straight to Georgia
Pack flew from California
He love

all about peace if my niggas carrying tools
Should a nigga live right just to reap the greatest rewards
Or should I do my own thing and slang dick like

Every day that I wake up pain inside
Yeah I've still got that pain in my life
Back then I was just trying to get by
Now days I'm just trying to stay

First things first fuck every single one of ya
Richer by the second c'mon throw that dirty money up
The world is cooking sunny up
Neighbors waving a gun

bout mine I'm that extreme
Humble dude but it's really nothing
To make niggas scream
I call a hit and I ain't predicting songs with many streams
Niggas

I remember when we were just kids 
Sleeping by the fireplace making our wish 
To see santa clause slide down the chimney 
To bring us our gifts

This song's about the things I had
And along the way I lost my touch
My touch with how to handle
The world when life's dismantled
By niggas tied in suits

meet the Devil
You a pussy nigga, I be wit' real steppas
Remix songs, Like I'm David Guetta (remix)
I'll fuck yo' bitch in a ripped sweater
I can get

I Got Ta

Masta Ace

Me & the Biz [Vinyl Single]

1990

may
(I got ta) Live my life by the day
(I got ta) Help out a friend that's in trouble
(I got ta) Tell 'em we all have to struggle
(I got ta) Go

You died tryin to live better
Did what you had to do and now you deceased
I hope you livin in peace don't even stress that beef
Go head and sleep

gotta stay prayed up I know what the devil breeds
They rather see you die in yo sleep then to live out yo dreams
Girl said she cant choose sides I said

just a mission, yeah
I started this song imagined as a joke
Made it sound good didn’t want it to choke
I'm back on my bullshit prevail and provoke
Call

fly as me
Amiri paint splatters
Mesh with Margielas
Turbo Panamera
With stock umbrellas
Who else make a song
About a muthafuckin' sweater
It's Team Poly

strategized, I could de-atomize
I live the rapper life, your life a wrap, that’s the
Afterlife, leaving you empty-handed I
Hope you can pantomime, songs y’all

picking at my brain
But now I write this song
I think I finally have it figured out
Yeah 
They all say they like me
But they never really hear me out
They