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in for the kingdom, it's time to get it, I ain't trippin' over nothin', it don't look like Michael Myer Victims
And God don't approve, it gets no love

know you Got Robbed
Ya ain't believe you see can't Compete wit god
Fendi belts
I count another hunnid for the Hard headed
Times We love to suit up
Life

This ones for KC

Family always coming first,  no one higher than a Clark is
Aint no one above my brother or  my cousins like Demarcus
So I'm sorry

insist it's my rep
John Cena, Trademarc, y'all are so-so
And talk about the bread you make but don't know the recipe for dough though
Aimin guns in all

insist it's my rep.
John Cena, Trademarc, you'll are so so we talked about the bread you make.
But don't know the recipe for dough though.
Aiming guns in

unready for my love
Feel unready for my love

Two steps ahead of the game (The Avengers)
Pussy, yeah
Man, I've been two steps ahead of the game
For a little while now
You know what I'm talking

you come to stay by my side
I promise you shelter, I promise you a home
I got some good recipes you can taste
And a special plate for you to take
Hot

the box, no locks, but it was bout time I said
"I'm bout to get it, for real"
What makes you think you could mess with me?
You in a blender with salt is

and I dont give a fuck if I die
From this recipe
Lost in the same cloud
Search to the find all of my fame now
Hope the pain,fades out
Living my life its

Singled out by the master
Recipe for disaster
Call me home, call faster
Reel me in because the past hurts
These little dungeons do me in
Talking like

extend the offer for mutual ascension 
Exponential growth and some undivided attention 
Part of the recipe
You get the best of me 
Until the bedroom

Working on sleep
Drugs in love with me
30 on my side that bitch keep my company
Only downfall if I die
Then you aint seen the best of me
Heater leave

Took 2 pills now I’m way 2 high
Love ain’t real i had to say it 2 times
Kickin shit wit some bitches love to party
Go to work all week by Friday night

marketing something that doesn't exist
You so business cards
You so number of clicks
Here's a ad for you:
Bitch I am it
There can I go back to bed now?
What

Yeah I’m happy but I’m sad
I separated from my dad
& then I spent about 4 grand
For all this shit I never had
Bitches tryna hit my line
I ain’t mad I

by myself I endured
See my hustle is pure I ain’t never gone stop
I just the recipe y’all can have the whole pie yeah
See I been out the way
Ain’t

your love, was true and pure
And though you broke my heart I don't regret a thing
I just know for sure

That I will miss you endlessly, and there's

Shawty say she down to ride, baby where we going?
Girl you know I been rolling, smoking reefa got me open
So sexy by my side, driving wild it’s hard

me TRU
Like what it do
I love to win
But I hate to lose
Y'all be some fools
Can't pick and chose
You follow trends
And I start the loop
I'm nothing

the death of me
Teach em how to cook you ni**as up, I got the recipe
Gotta earn your stripes where I'm from, and I'm a referee
If you gotta problem, bullets

And I sit and think about the day
I'll see you again
And all the ways I want to show you
That I really do, love
You more than I can even, put into

senses
Make me go insane for you
Skip all the games and talking
Skip the town and skip the rules
The dance floor's on fire, baby
Now's the time to lose

chain
Too many chefs in the recipe
Don't give the sauce away
Lost some nigha's that ain't meant fa me
Don't need em' anyway
Close my eyes
I been fighting