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Judging by the sudden loss of blood
While sleeping on your rooftop house floods
I built this house to float in

love AB 'cause he active
I ain't gotta tell man twice, it's mad

Free Jiggs in the rasclart jailhouse
Man got hit with the ostritch bird (oh shit)

given 
By the enemy 
We bank with the enemy 
We wanna be excepted by the enemy 
We don't spend in our community 
We spend with the enemy 
From

and it’s long as a bus, bitch, make the soul leave that body that was his
Put that bitch in your face, so you know where my gun is, I don't play no games, no

I'm goin' off
Not even held up by a hurricane
Rap is like traffic, and I'm in the turning lane
You could have a nametag, and I still don't know your

got the diamonds to the bauds, twinkle up your golds
Now spin the bin, in the turtleneck polo cuz I don't care
Fuck what you sayin' about beware
I'm

Lemme call ya
Wait a minute
Where's your number
Where is it
I was so caught up in it forgot to get the digits
And now I'm understanding that I had my

Yeah

I miss the days when no one even knew my name
Now everywhere I go I wear a hat to hide my face
I got weapons hidden inside every room in my

like I did in High school to the hymen
But now in terms of rhyming stop whining
All work and no play no wonder I am shining
Was at rock bottom while you

change week to week
But now my flows be changing
From beat to beat tell my nigga Jim Bowes he
Gotta beat the streets
Cause I know that they need us -

trappy (true)
Getting music money right now but I'm lovin' the trap
'Cah it's tax free (woo)
Why you think that my Nokia rings? (Why?)
I got grub in

Heimlich
But watch it... hear nothing cause he moving in silent
But table turned
It's the rabbits gun
So you can Shut up ! Cause you already had your turn
I

and junkies nails on terror
Like clowns in Derry, I'm down for whatever
So are 10 guys stare into my eyes
Stare into my deadlights and be
Swarmed by dead flies

leave luck to heaven, nintendo
Diminuendo of din scares me
No eternal internal sunshine but
But i'm like JIM i CARRY 
This pain with tears 
In my eyes

i left her to her life in portland
Run to the doors like i'm jim morrison
Had to get gold for my neck in my coffin
But yo, i've been overthinking

Haters finna hate, but really
No they ain't got shit to say now what up
Ayo, fuck the tomfoolery
My success is not measured in jewelry
When it comes

no way not myself
Go by Dust but swear to fuck
Won't end up on the shelf
They could talk bout Kim & Pete
While I just plot in wealth
I get to it then

remember I was about 19
I used to carry Pete Rock crates
To get in the club
Smoke weed with him and chill
And now I got a beat from this
Nigga and it's on my

attack now let's give'em closure
Oh you afraid to be killed by the king of keeping it trill
They put a lid on my grill but still them secrets get spilled

the reflection in his glass jaw
Larry Merchant, Jim Lampley
Letterman and Kellerman and Steward know it's plain to see
So they can't even hate on me
Line em up

You know we sippin', we ain't never trippin', nigga, yeah
This what that money sound like
This what that money sound like
Got my nigga Jim in this

just tellin' fibs, all Pinocchio (yeah)
Wanna be a real boy
What I'm really holdin', ho
We up in the 'Vettes now, smokin' tires like a O (vroom)

The LORD is my light
Arms clinched in the fight
I ain't really trying to fight
I ain't really with the hype
Type write slight right by the light
I

'Member bitches tryna style me up, now they don't turn me down (oh)
'Member used to tryna fit in, now a nigga standing out (oh)
I remember, I remember