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ratchet, yeah they call me Clank
Flipping the script, you get hit in the lip
I'm surrounded by honeys the Jack that I sip
Checking my texts to get to this

kissing to some j blige (Uh huh)
If you with it we can kick it by the fireside (Yeah)
Getting busy to some whitney sipping mai tais (Ugh)
Hit the city

Yeah (This it right here Chad)
Yeah J
These niggas better stop playing me man, yeah

I'm cool if my head ever go under water, I'm swimming with

Yeah (This it right here Chad)
Yeah J
These n***** better stop playing me man, yeah

I'm cool if my head ever go under water, I'm swimming with

on a mission
Everything ultrasonic
92 shot J to Dre day
Who knew I tote the chronic
Mama was the victim the hero the witness Boi I promise
No dream my reality

The Mans Back Elementary Lyall J. Fink Yea 

Hold On, This cnother One I'm Back With cnother One 
cngels In My Dreams  Say GOD Sending cnother Son 
I'm Like

should call a doctor
Your girl swung by and I shuttlecocked her
Sorry, I'm not much for badminton
But I must admit she got one bad kitten
Too tight, I

show out and I ruin bitches esteem
I'm a real bitch
Fuck with me
I keep it a buck 50
I ride by my lonely, but my brothers in the cut with it
This dick

Double push it
Ayy, when I'm in that foreign car
And my 'Wood stuffed with kushy
Ayy, I'm always in these banks
But it's not 'cause of Philip
Ayy, they say

I can hear em talkin now he on that j Cole flow 
If they don't know the name by now I promise they gon know 
These rappers getting left over from this

Look, everybody on their phones
I'm just in my vibe
Niggas be on the internet all
Day I'm living my life
I had to give up my ego
That shit fuck with

I'm less OG Bobby Johnson more Bobby McFerrin
It's the comic book copper
Anime watcher, illustrator, animator, rapper, producer, and doctor?
I'm like J

to cook
I'll show you how to get money cause I wrote the book
And I ain't about to stop
I'm all about my guop
And I get paid off Mary J call it that cash

yeah-yeah (Let's go)

Two perkies, now I'm fucked up, someone get me up, yeah-yeah (Let's go, let's go)

Just made some millions, G-Money said it ain't

..
Butter my bread oh God (OH GOD)
So far so good I'm killing it 
Me and my men de come
On God we go de on top
On God on 

Butter my bread oh God (OH

Whitney out my duffel bag
Lil J5, He be spazzin' out his mind, he tryna' double back
Who it is?
What the fuck you want?
Nigga say he want exotic? It's

clean when I thought about gettin' daisy
Not meant to fight this battle alone, you can't solve your own problems
If you could, J.C. would've made clones

Done this done that
But I ain't really done till I'm done with this
This is my devotion
Tough spot
Not enough food in the pot
Lower than low
Tired

Keeping you happy is a job I stay on my grind
I treat you make you special an enthusiast
The only one who matters if it's the truth you ask
Having you by my

room
Classified by how they give brain
Molly tabs, acid tabs
Take that shit straight to the brain
Turnin' up with my old niggas
Thought I blew but ain't

like loves a toss
A bit of false emotion
I believe in attachments
I don't get lost in closing
Chapters written by the author Malcolm J
A - M - A-L,

no time now
My bitches bad now
Ion even gotta brag now
Cuz I'm diggin my my bag now
You hoes mad now
Cuz I don't wanna put the mac down
Y'all niggas

on the wall but she knows
I'm off the wall though
I had M before J and J
Before she had a daughter
Her babyfather's waste so she wants
Me round to slaughter
I

J O
Man making music, fruit for your soul
Onna a World tour baby that is my goal
I'm a walking daydream. You just don't know
When I double down, yeah