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we need that money all in (bring it)
Gang got our money up we ballin like Spaulding (yea)
I hope that you believe me when I tell you that I'm God sent

are my lyrics?
Why am I distracted?
This palpitation for two days
Is this why it is?

A few lines by my pen
And my whole world crashes
I think I'm good

a nigga making money with the music
So I had to come back on the beat on some G shit
If you didn't know by now
I'm something like a lyrical genius
Same hoes

searching for the piece I was missing from myself
I cant find in no-one else
I'll be looking till the end
Cause I could never tell
If I wasnt by myself
Love

Yeah-yeah
What up, Gabe? What up, Hunter?
The Culdesac Club (yeah)
The Culdesac Club (yeah)
It feels good to be back
Woo
Feels good to be back (yeah)

what I'll do
I cant wait till I tell my mother that we finally on
Her happiness
The smile on her face that's what I'm working for
She used to tell me

care
That kept us a float
Poverty momma god to me
She who gave me hope
Tell the truth and don't you
Lie to me say what you know
Went to college raised by

Or how about Johnny 
When you shoot me right in the back
For something I ain’t even did
I’m tryna free
I'm tryna be free
I'm tryna be free
I’m feeling

ideology
What am I doing
Million dollar fuckin question
What am I pursuing
But by this time this life is over
Hope to have an answer
I'm starting something

Good day man i'm gonna talk ab
Out something phil
Osophical I've been thinking about
This a lot

(Room room room) Gotta clean that
(Room room room)

clack"
Turn my head then I said, "What the fuck you robbing niggas?
Why didn't you tell me that?"
Then he went inside with the ski mask
I'm hoping that

head is always fuzzy
But will she ever love me
I'm in mega city one
Seeking something new
Always playing by the rules
Is overplayed and overused
Know

drink it up
See him coming out of the budget like there he go again
But really tell me how can you judge him if you don't know the man
I ain't never asked

you
It's, get the bag by any means wow
Kept playing you an enemy now
Say you on 10 but you letting me down
If you always on 10 I need 10 of these now

to smile
Cause the joy of my life is the microphone
I can tell this lady was new in New York just from her tone
If you give me the number
I'll holler
On our

to smile
Cause the joy of my life is the microphone
I can tell this lady was new in New York just from her tone
If you give me the number
I'll holler
On our

the music
I run around and abuse it
But something nobody can tell me is 
How I should use it
So quit that shit, go fuck yourself
You close minded fuck, I hope

I was madly so intrigued
Her beauty got me like a stroke
Like rare, It was story time
I had to tell my Friends
There was something about this girl

wanna thank you so much!
We wanna go on, keeping our fingers 
Crossed now let me tell you something
We're the real BossHoss.

We got our fans in

to me, All I had was the love,
At the time it was overrated heavily by my desire to have all these things,
In my teens as I dreamed I would ball like

perfectly 
Flowing like a Swae Lee melody 
Fan of the plan A, never tell me bout the plan B that's something I don't wanna see (C) 
Y'all are gonna see (C) 
I

wrist
And I tap it and take it by take to the twist
Yeah, I gotta go for it to floor in a foreign and leave something more for a couple of kids

listen mama
This something you
Need to hear
I’m down for you
And I’ll be here
When you need me
Disregard what they say
I need you
To believe me
Ian going

This rapping is not a fling, so you won’t catch me questioning
My ability as a rapper as I capture my lyrics and take it step by step like a ladder
I'm