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didn't want to have it my way
Ephesians two, I was more demonic than Childs play
A virgin by default singing Shorty swing it my way
And I'm sorry for those

pain and
Make you look fresh again
For every plan of yours
She holds your back to
Everything is ready
And patched up
For us to travel in the June
Sounds

insane 
(Fascinated by worldly gadgets) 
Fast women in (tight skirts) 
Ample breast in them (tight shirts) 
(That ain't Godly so take a hike) 

I'm going

next move is but I make it fall in line
Natural baby, real shit this God's design
And if God build a team, I on the starting line-up
Nothing was given,

his chest
Slide to the murder scene & it's a mess
Sponsored by nike pulled out the tech
Fuck the slogan i'm just brazy for the check
Ready for war i'm

gotta give me cash
This baby A, A rip him up and split that boy in half

What's givin' niggas head starts, I think I'm ready now
For niggas thinkin' that

morale
Put my head in the clouds
Ready for one more round
Baby you are not alone
We can do it all
Just pick up the phone
Just pick up the phone
You can't

Hey, ayy, ayy
Borderline, real 'Raq baby (Ayy)
Hey, ayy, ayy
I fuck you good, yeah, I fuck you good
Don't I? (Ayy)
Mikki on the track (Hey, ayy, ayy)

about you
And I don't wanna lie l still fuck with your moods
Losses are win but I'm not ready to lose
Time on my side I guess I got something to prove

black
I solved the game like the gang Matpat
Always strapped, I'm ready for combat
In the strip club, straight jorking it
Made a new album, I'm performing

she'll be leaving
No, ain't nobody leaving behind
Tell me, oh, tell me oh do you feel it
One day you could be by my side

But until then... I... be
Walking

Cause of all of my dough 

Team on my back 
Murdering tracks
Getting to bags
Now we thumbin through racks
Boof be the pack
High as giraffe 
Move by my

Okay
I used to have some good days at my Grandmas house
Ya ya ya ya ya
At my Grandmas house
Okay now yall ready

I used to have some good days at my

Now we're ready for the future
More time sat at my computer
Mekkin doh bredda I'm just graftin away
When I heard there was a baby on the way
I had

these streets like a cheat code 

Ready to hit 
Glock on my hip 
That bitch stuck to me like velcro

Ball no assist 
Got me a bitch 
Curvin these hoes

life
Ain't no one going to forget her
She a queen and took her thrown all by herself

Yeah that's right Ang, you did this shit all by yourself

I just

talk to Allah
I send him to the sky
If he think about taking mines
Boy you can come and try
But just know I'm ready to die
And that's a fact

round drum in this cal tec
Baby get ready for loud sex
Nigga I came from ground I'm next
Gas I got it by the pound I flex

Imma die like this
For the gang

wit you
I'm rolling doobies by the diddy
Don't try hand me no grey goose
Start the kick back what's the riff raft
Fuck it baby what it do
Won't you

When you say I don't love you anymore
My lung searches for air so my tongue is ready to debunk your truth
I call it your truth because it's different

my shorty, she my baby like my 40

Talking to God, telling him I'm tired of waiting
My grandma telling me I gotta stay patient
Lord know that I'm ready

Those ten gunshots, they were a choir that sings self-defense
Plea deals rejected, so not guilty was received
You want the best lawyer, baby, well, you're

Hey daddy um I um I'm getting ready to go to bed
And goodnight
May the Lord watch between me and thee
While we're absent one from another
Jesus name

looking like the seraphim
Baby got that back that could only be black American
You gotta know tragedy for the vanity there within
I'm talking stacked so fat