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dad got his house shot up by the KKK
Why we acting like nobody fake? Well half the people over 70 and 80 call us nigga daily
I knew Trump and Biden

with living in my own house
Being single in a thirst, spitting gold from my mouth
Seeing digits in my digits and inside my bank accounts
Said it's my

and sirens, niggas open fire
Bunch of Thug Life niggas on the rise, until I die
Ask me why I'm a boss player gettin' high
And when I'm rollin' by niggas can't

June 30th that's when my album drop
Woah
I wanna take this to infinity and beyond imma drive at a safe speed as fast as I can
Mind can't comprehend I

and I ain't touching insulin
Getting gas every few days because I burn it quick
Every time I play the album use a lot of glycerin
Bitch I come back for

I got u on a date I got u in my life
Okay
I got u by my side u make me fine
Okay
I chase the money babe I can't stop it
I'll buy you a house babe I

I'm walking so clean, no my fit is not messy
She call me a jawbreaker Ed, Edd n Eddy
Swing on by like a vine
Stop real short on a dime
No I'm not doing

sister's house
And you've still got it in your drawer, even now

[Verse 2]
Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze
We're singin' in the car, getting

misunderstood
By the one who used to know me
And the ones who wish they could
Good I see a house made of big fun
I can come in but I really need income
I'm

She dresses so clean and is so fine with ease

Imma turn that girl into a house wife
And I’m going to just treat her right
Cause she’s the baddest in

kicked out of a Vrbo rental

Grunkle Xan been gone but he back
New album, making all of them racks
Smoking cunts on a brand a track
My favorite game is

of designer
Up bought me a house
But it ain't home
Less woman involved
What I want not business minder
Please get out my phone
Get in yo own
Ever get down maybe

doesn't work
You want me on your album well at least it's about a k a verse
I don't do it for fun i do it for real over the years i developed a skill

wife
And you're some kid's stepmom
Repainting his houses
I hope you know you'll always
Have a place in my albums
While the poets write songs about

me hours getting out the city with no work around
Richie used to drive me home at night back at my mothers house
No keys I waited hours at the gate

about it, get in the project when I'm ready
Get it planned by the time when I get this done
I'ma weird ass nigga with a pencil always writing
Something

hope he chillin on the cups yuh

Yuh 2k feet off the ground, they playin 2k inside of they houses, I get to grindin
You just be joustin, you playing

surgery just to get your daily fixin'
I'm potent when I go in, conflicted by the choices that I made
But I know it deep down I was just paving the way
Pages

Think I can do it like K Dot.
Think I can do it like Cole
Count 'em, six albums to my name by twenty-one years old
Straight up from the 'TUC' y'all know

man (Brian Johnson)
But turn this shit up keep the bottles popping
My album may have flopped but we keep on rocking!
You're at an extremely loud and out

State house
Immortal with the style brother ain't nobody killing me 
You need a C section you can't handle my delivery
Grime reaper type of flow the way

by goofs
Like a hula hoop
Had to make my way out that bitch
Hoe' I'm bulletproof
Since a youngin', they been all tryna joc
It's goin' down at yo spot

claim to my prime
Feel like Pluto, I ain't planet but I'm still by design
Yeah now I'm feeling, uh, different feelings now as a college boy
I got

lavar
Can't pimp this butterfly lamar
I'm in mama house might have a mansion by tomorrow
Yeah I could tell you all my struggle stories
Broken down but