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a shop being built, and it's all passing through
And it's weird
But by the time we..

So every day, we progressively build this thing
And then, eventually,

(This is your last chance)
After this there is no turning back
Take the blue pill the story ends
You wake up in your bed and
Believe whatever you

man
Even if I was desperate for a girl and
Had numbers I still wouldn’t call her over
How fucked up is that?
In order to understand
You need a hole in

a disaster beyond your imagination will occur.
"I remain, Gentlemen, Your obedient servant, O.G."
Christine!
Whatever next ...?
It's all a ploy to help

That's that shit that i don't like though
Aye, aye
I just woke up next to her, ain't that the bitch that you be seeing
I just woke up by my piece, it got

on a silent night
By a violent light
I am real!
I am missy girl!
I have a home and things that are mine!
Mommy's on a cloud now
Above a cloud
So set the fatal

a dollar bill
I know my moment's coming it's gotta be with my kind of skill
So I'ma treat this how niggas treat a girl they don't like for real
I ain't got

It's 7PM, now you don't wanna see them
You rather be at home by yourself (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Every weekend, we sayin' we gon' go out, we stay

him on the bench?
Rico "Put him in the game" there it is ok "in the game coach" yea
Alright ok the next song we're gonna play is called "Regular" ha ha

my chick, she a real fly witch, she don't need no prince
And she no bitch, looking like she came outta Regal flick, I mean we gon click
Fuck her by

When my next shii drop
Don't you talk without, any respect coming out yo mouth
Cause I done been through the wire, connected electricity
From seeing mama

inside of our hearts as we walk away 
Through the doors of our next generation whatever we had in store
Echoes of our mistakes is staring straight up

in the Louvre or whatever they call that shit up in Paris
Even my unreleased shit would make Picasso embarrassed
Just ripped a bong that looked like

him to a lame fuck the fame
No girls pregnant for me
But I got a 4s in the Pyrex
And 2 daughters on the way
Rico killed Mitch
I don't want no new

to replace me on the low
Yeah I read all your text you ain't different from the rest
You put on a great show but you'll always be a mess
You may say by now oh

or could do
I'm just gonna step up
And do what a real nigga should do
You feel me
Just bars
Whatever they wanna do bitch I did it
I want it then imma get it

these blocks, still aim to make it now
You calling your girl up, but she posted naked now
Showing you love, but you know she faking now
Got my second

to twelve
If you ain't fucking with it I'll still show you some love
Cause I ran the fucking trap up and I sold your kids some drugs
Whatever you be drinking

I'll be tripping
What I look like set tripping with a nigga that
Ain't even really from the city
Remember Next Friday
When I didn't get to finish (let me

Ima take whatever come my way
Cause I'm strong
Niggas quick to say stuff about me
But they wrong
They don't even know haft the stuff
That went

the internet
Hoping to be memes so they’re seen by their little friends
Give me something real no appeal no synonym
Cuz fame is next to nothing when you’re

we got this cane 
Know you gotta make do with whatever he brew 
So hard round every negro soon as our needs grew 
To a matrimony with no alimony  
Feed

Dior
Spazz on a beat bitch I'm rook of the year yeah I'm really next up someone pass my award
I got 20 new masks this is Bandit galore
All of my bitches

I know my mama don’t want me by all my friends
Thinking back, we used to stay in West end
Up to no good in the back of the ends
Stayed after school