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my fuckin' chair so
I can line him up (Bah, bah, bah)
Bitch, I'm in the Southeast, nigga
We scared of what? (Ayy)

When you catch 'em by theyself
They

My Life

Wet Boys

Get Wet

1999

the gun that I packed
But For-ty years-old and now on the gat
I used to hit the school yard fightin for dem lays
Rid my cousin's Chevy ridin Daytna-days

somethin' up
By the time I hit Chick Chicken (yeah)
In my black Ralph tracky, got my flicky on my waist
Call my shots, and my little fuckin' phone here

quit
I hit the grit from the drink, more than enough to make you sick
I'm a prick yes, but I'm the sickest, self loathing little cunt in the business
In

Verse 1:
What the fuck is LOVE everything around me cash rules
The nice guy shit a get you looking like food
I kicked it wit a lil piece from my PAST

beside her
Lost a friend's virginity, and ain't trying to find her
You're not minor, so lil' mama I'm gonna name you
Queen Koopa for the night, tonight I'm

beside her
Lost a friend but Jennady, and ain't trying to find her
You're not minor, so lil' mama I'm gonna name you
Queen Koopa for the night, tonight I'm

on all my album hits 

See I was hoping to inspire
With my letter to Elijah 
To lead is better than admire 
We don't all make it through the fire

Be easy

I been trynna teach em how to trap but they ain't been listening 
Speaking on a game that they don't know
Like play by play from the trap via Sal

the one to beat nigga
Bitch

You feel me?
And that's just a lil taste nun major
Anything you hear me rap on I made that shit you feel me?
That album art

sweet like lemonade 
Let that marinate a lil bit
I hope y’all got that bitch 
Punchlines hitcha  like American Sniper my friend 
But when I hitcha it’s

Don't want to stand by
Envy your damn life
Should be me it's fine
Entourage and camouflage to come up
The worst behavior but motherfuckers don't love us

I rock the diamond chain
Yeah I'm on my silent g, yeah I'm on my Lil Wayne
Take things now with a grain but my bark a Great Dane
Little wins by

the S dash W-A I bring trouble ya way
You lil niggas better fuckin behave
Aye I'm in the moment feeling nostalgic
Saw my posters and thought it was a gospel

a number 1 album spot
That's how many hits that I got
Never heard a nigga tell me my shi wasn't hot
Never heard a nigga tell me my shi had done flopped
Have

stop me now (who, you?)
Every album offered me a glimpse of heaven
No parentals, uncensored, guess I snuck into the Restricted Section
These Dark Arts

Leaving all my haters
So pissed off
Smoking so much gas
That I fucking lift off
Almost bought your album
And I almost got ripped off
New day same

later, there's new names. 
Like T-Chains, Lil' Mayne, and Gucci Flames.
Gimme Wu-Tang. Take Nicki Minaj. 
Leave Nas. Return Left-Eye to Chili and T-Boz.

know the government of Canada got issues
Entitlement is false, tell em grab a tissue
We're too easily offended and we always apprehended by the cuffs

my name on wax
Thirty two three albums bout one hundred tracks and counting
In Atlanta clowning on how these niggas sounding
Georgia raised Florida

Aye
Aye yea
Try to one take this shit
I'm getting over a cold so my voice a lil, na'mean
Album ain't been out twenty four hours
I'm already on this

Nothing worse than going broke with nothing, buying weed up on a credit card
Took a loss, had to make it back, put my problems in my metaphors
Spit a lil

brotherhood)
Weather you are in the states
I don't see a Nigerian, I see an African
I don't see a New Yorker, I see an African
So by keeping the African identity

cap
Me and young shadow go back
Let me shed a lil light on these facts
I wasn't impressed by yo raps
I resonated witcho soul
This nigga had a heart gold