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puddles, they sunk
They still sleep on me like they live in a bunk
Still out to kill these niggas on a hunt
Soon enough I'll be making 50 bands a month
I

They be like,

Who the fuck is him
There go hrt
He spent again

Baby what's yo pin

I got chocolate bitches
Brown skin

Bitch we play to win

My lil

Like that Big Sean song I ain't taking an L
And if I do
I'll bounce back like I'm David Chappelle
There's no greatness for the taking
 gotta make it

you touching that you in a flap
You aint calling shots, you get kicked off like David Blatt

Yo bro just relax
These dusty bitches hating but I know

he took me in, took me in 
Now I rep Jesus Christ till the end
Yeah yeah I've been

Aye yo I'm feeling like David
How can I be the apple of his eye

eighty three
The California State Bar is central to the tyranny
More like a necessity more like an accessory
Incredibly they're protecting Keith and David

I know You'll let go, uh!

See, you know, you gotta hold on, like
When you' feelin' just left alone
When you' feelin' by yourself
When you' feelin'

the time hits
You can not be coy or avoid the annointed
These are not the boys from the island
Better prepare coins for the eye lids
If you flip it in

Blizzards spittin' I'm so cold
Fassies get exposed by my snub nosed flow
My 12-gauge frays at close range
And make you levitate
Like David Blaine, it ain't no

chips, I don't miss
Like her wrist slit how I'm dripping off in this bitch
Four in the fucking sprite I call it remix
Throat with a fucking knife I call it

vibing like David Blaine
The physical ain't shit but the mental a bigger chain
Shitll leave a different strain
Don't let ya mind get caught in traffic
I

They call me David
Hard as a plate that they place on the pavement
Don't ask me for favors unless you got payment
Don't like me be glad we didn't

Let's talk in Specifics like where is these bitches
My mind is on Jupiter status
high as I wana I'm used to this damage
I do got some patnas that do got

on some other shit like cookin' with no oven mitts
I'm posted in the cut like stitch, the ghost sound like I upped the stick
She biting on my upper lip, I'm

Motherfuckers hating losing sleep over me
Trying to hold us together like our ovaries
They split us up like Moses in the Red Sea
Trapping off Ralph David

Jumpman dem boys up to something
Count it all the time I was by myself
Needed help but I depended on myself for this wealth
Money bag and paper,

craving for mine too
In time's due, the mind's dune, will get a monsoon
Just keep calm for now you gotta save ya cashews
Cashews, all around you
Just like

droppin', the 6 was poppin'
By looking at me couldn't tell all of
Proper, preparation, prevents, poor, performance, that's just a little bit
That star ain't

a trip (Come if you want to man)
Combat time, was flat lines, to back grime
Nigga runnin' actin' like a Nissan and Pathfinder (Sfffmmmm)
When the lead

Searching for their father's love like a quest
Hoping that their mask can hide away their neglect
It's ments
When I'm surrounded by these bottles it's a test

shocked
We got legends by the dozen so just take your time
Bout to get groupies by the millions who be super fine
Check this brand new flow that ages like

what I mean?
clright. Im knocking em off they feet like a ski lift. 
Remiss in a V-6, Bumping the Re-mix. Hitting blunts of the green piff.
Outhere

it's
The David magic wrist getting money
You bitches can't see me like my mother home
She's bitching her dog is
Back with another bone
Hollar for

of racks in them clubs
Looking back man that shit was embarrassing
I'm whiter than David from Dagenham
But I still village beat man like an African