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like a disco
Paranoia in the night shorten lives like crisco
We out of sight
You out yo mind, kinfolk gave me the info
Ain't no need for a pistol
They

back by nine
I can't get home cos I'm trapped in time
It's hard tryna live my life cos I wan take off, wanna catch some flights
We're awake til the crack

pops off
Then we'll be side-by-side, obvy
I wish you all the best
But that's never life's story
Cos if Whitney was the moral
How would you define Bobby?

the flu
I stay out the mix, I'm way too legit for that shit now
If you cannot keep up, better sit down
I was dealt with this hand, had to make me some plans

niggas sell they soul over a quarter rack

Young nigga rasta surrounded by them choppas
We bent back for survivors they ain't make it to the doctor
Cant

cats dig those raps
Fangs behind closed lips
32 ingredients those mixed
Kids with their nose kissed
Canella bent by the whole scent
Of vanilla empires

with the opposite of the spotlight
Opposite of the green limelight
Welcome to Bendy’s fun house
friends

Created from a painter
With monochrome as his

a fuck just do what you want

I Don't fuck with rats no interactions
Done hearing your bullshit done in the past tense
This Money attracting its like

take charge, cause you know we live large
If she with the cat, say what, you know we don't bar
I'm Mr Fat Pat, hold up on all that
Haters don't know how

the moments that count
Granny’s house - where I always think first before opening my mouth
And you can ask my brother Kadge you know that he can vouch
Nanny’s

build me a stage 
I’ll make it my house 
All over the place 
They’re loving my style
How can you hate 
When the flow be this wild? 

Get out of my way

like Lego, 4.4 focus still had an echo (Always)
What do you mean by "Black Lives Matter?"
If Black Lives Matter, why black man still out here still

to live that way
You tell them what I shine
Yeah I swear I'll be that son
Brooklyn going under any Brooklyn you know
I know what it is, let's go
My

and now everybody
Got there hand out
Damn, ya'll niggas trippin
Niggas see the money comin in
And wanna kick it and when I say I'm busy
All of you dick

every time they try to take me down I'm proud of myself
This shit internal affairs
When you move faster than a mazi ain't no time to reflect, and ain't no

have a bed for months
You begin talking to Z right after
I come by to drop off the keys and give Rune ice cream
I see you leaving with him
Still don't

fast you just a castaway
I life is born and in the night 
Another bite the dust 
So if you trying to make it right
That's alright with us
Too many times

hardened
He said This House I Shall Live
So right there my sins have been pardoned
It's mercy
Because we're sinners saved by grace
If not, smell it like

(bling) what do you want? - Y'all
To admit it I'm good
I don't talk it, I live it, I'm hood
(Forget it)
What do you want? - Paper to waist
So much paper,

in the moment 
Been sippin’ I’m gone off that cognac 
Too throwed ion need me a fullback
So fuck if you with us, it’s potent, I’m on dat 

I ain't here

shit!
Yeah! We laugh, this is TBM radio
You're rocking out with your boy
I got some boys on deck and this boy
He go by the name Fred The Godson!

chop it and dump it with ease
Your drama is touching to we
It's live how we 'X' the lames out
Etch and stretch our lanes until they're something like

I was just a young king with a young dream
But now I’m all grown up and I’ve seen things
For what it really was every single day of living the same

of portions
Momma don't believe in abortions
I'm tryna live in better houses
Countin' money by the thousands
Always watchin' my surroundings 
Her booty clappin'