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by the CIA or the industry
Know where black hands be on black Glocks
No back stabs or sad plots, we let them rot
1-800-Nas&Hit, don't call us with
folks, you got it
It's all right here in my box set
Disc one, it's where we've begun
It's all my greatest hits
And if you are a fan
Then you know
folks, you got it
It's all right here in my box set
Disc one, it's where we've begun
It's all my greatest hits
And if you are a fan
Then you know
Then he reached out in his pocket
And that was the moment I regret
"Well now boy, reach for the sky"
Y'all said, "but I don't understand, sir"
strings attached, I just let it dissolve
Give it time and then let it resolve
It's been a minute now, my style feeling infinite now
Used to people
you", so you know I'm finna slide (watch me slide)
Watch me do that walk up, you seen that pole, now he surprise
Hollow tips gon' hit 'em then I'm
Then he reached out in his pocket
And that was the moment I regret
"Well now boy, reach for the sky"
Y'all said, "but I don't understand, sir"
Youngin' wit' a dream but nobody gave a shit about it
Ten years later pick up a pen, write a hit about it
And back then I thought I'd be defined by how
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course, they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
skinny as mine, bitch, I was penniless
Now I'm plenty rich, and this shit don't make any sense (yeah)
I was in the motherfuckin' pinch like a titty twist
Gotta do what I gotta do
Yeah
Uh, all my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where, tuition is handled
By
to the money I'm like don't stop get it, get it,
How low can you go?
I could go low, (Go low) lower then you know,
Go low, (go low) lower then you know,
scared for years to try to do this album
How you follow up a classic? What's the outcome?
Failure and tragedy, now everybody's mad at me
'Cause I ain't
nigga
Seen you last week in your black ass car, freak
You try to play like Mr all of that
But now you wanna come to me with some chit-chat
I don't have no
You can catch me in the whip with a fifth of pimp juice (yeah)
Then I'm poppin' a clip, 'bout to fix this issue (woo)
You pray that I don't hit, I
mother was a jazz singer
Nephew to r & b legend ruth brown
Discography paid in full, follow the leader, let the rhythm hit 'em, don't sweat the technique
to love this place,
They even got red clay,
Okay, hit a different,
Strip club everyday,
And I don't make it rain,
It's a hurricane on the way,
And I
some influencers on TikTok, you bitch
I made a whole ass album, I worked hard on it
Fifteen tracks, we don't last fifteen seconds
We got A.D.D. and if
hit the ground and noticed something missing
Now I have someone
She has seen me changing
And it gets harder as you get older
And farther away
together, baby
Then hit the register and make me feel better, baby
Your horoscope is a Gemini, two sides
So you better cop everything two times
Two
suck my dick while I was squeezin' the tits
Then I hit it from the back gripped tight on them hips
She tried to make me cum but I was tryin' to take
suck my dick while I was squeezin' the tits
Then I hit it from the back gripped tight on them hips
She tried to make me cum but I was tryin' to take
or any miracles
But I'm doin' better on my own
So if you see me, walk on by, babe
Don't say nothin', walk on by now
Do yourself a favor, walk on by
I'm really gonna do it this time
I think I got a whole lot on my mind
Somebody tell God right now he need to hit my line (yeah, uh)
Now I ain't
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