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like
A king or the Pope
On the porch with the smoke
On the couch with the bro (Sheesh) woah!
Take a minute, look at the viеw
I'ma cut it up, line it up,

to pain
That's why they feel it when I spit mine
It's anger when I spit lines
I remember what it was and
Where I'm coming from
I started from nothing
That's

funds and leave me grieving
If you really want love, why the fuck you leaving?
But see, I ain't really going to trip about it
It hurt bad, but I came up

Kinda like a mind tumor
'Fore a nigga rip off
Like a out of line rumor
Bitch say she fucked Boss
But I never ran through ya bitch mad
Cause her coochie

be preaching lord she my CeCe Winans
Cc her flight information for trips back to the islands
She could get whatever she want
Whatever she need

than
A motherfuckin' Christian
True, young Prof is a baller
You can call the hater line
I'll pick the first caller
Sunk so many rappers i'm a sure father

be preaching lord she my CeCe Winans
Cc her flight information for trips back to the islands
She could get whatever she want
Whatever she need

fuckin' with him, so I gave her the strokes
Got too many bitches to go trip 'bout the hoe
We gon' spray your terrain like it's Baghdad
That shit ain't yours

thumping through dubs
My niggas trip ones and they throwing it up
I got a hunnit line in my cup
I bussed the pussy down and got stuck
They come hoe by hoe in

being busy way too often
And working late too much
Drawing my own lines just to cross them
Letting myself down setting myself up 
I need to do what's

with you
you
Only you, you
I don't know what to do, (do)
what to do
I can't sit here by the side
Waiting for you to hit my line
I just wanna vibe

Your hair and your nail  and your toes is done.
Beat a two a juice now is time to have fun.
This on design to wine your waist line 
You hypnotize by a my

your sign? What's the time?
Let me hit your line
So I can give you all of mine
You on my mind, ever since I saw you from afar
Now I got you in my car

wanna ride
Lets go lets link
Hotbox the whip take trip we get high as a kite yea
What a vibe yea
Oh yea oh yeah
Now you wanna flex now
Now you wanna go

on this beat
Lighter than a feather
Yo bitch wanna roll with the clique
But you wouldn't let her

Ayy, I can trip and fall on my ass
Still run it up
You

Lock-N-Load

L-Burna

Thug By Nature

2001

and dip, so don't trip, and I flip 
Musta been the cause for the action 
Reason why a mothafucka had to get checked 
Nigga, when I step on the set 
Then

pop hot
Certi lines nonstop bop
I used to shell grimy drops
Two two rides with stock lots
Something like driving shops
With the music took time off odd

Phone ringin', I need 2 lines
Like the number before 30, walk around with two nines
I'm too geeked
Help me find the door, bitch help me find the door

me
Mask on I ain't talking costume
Lo$T hit my cell one time
Almost Lo$T in my cell one time
Saving lives with these one lines
Never done flying
Niggas

she like to party she ain't lying
She just did two lines like a money sign woah
If you ain't talking that then what you saying
Higher than the fucking

Franklin
I done grew my wings cus the money heaven sent
Now I skip the line ain’t no camping in a tent
They said I shocked the world I left it with a dent

replayed just as easy as that
Highschool hits
Last four have been a trip
Met friends, lost some
I was livin' by the script
But then I broke it
Grabbed a pen

to take drugs cause I didn't like life
But I didn't wanna die so I'd rather get high
I'll never drink a beer
I'll never sniff a line
I'll never take a hit

flipping and switchin' up on a dime
The ones who be mistaking my love thinking I'm blind
Heavy on the messy shit nah he crossed the line
Man I'm only rolling