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the good or the bad and I might go insane
I can't complain
Never a day that goes by that I think that I might not be great
Spend all my money on shoes

Think of the money
Won’t it be funny
Sitting on racks like we hitting it lucky
putting it bluntly
We’ll make it rain
Throw the stacks higher than planes

I'm catchin a plane home
I can feel the wind on my hair
Maybe someone's out there
Someone just as bare
And if somebody stacked the cards
I hope

my hands built this land
We added flavor cuz they shit was always bland
Still get whipped if you go against the man
Rosa took a seat Ima make a stand

wide gotta pair of dimes
Seen nebulae
I'm up eternal
Gliding by
Nimbi garage
This planes is not viben
If I ain't said it once
Then fuck that clown in

alone and lose my number
No appreciation for your position 
I'll never stop till I'm assured your house of cards is torn asunder
I can tell by how you

this time

We're playin' by a new set of rules
Baby these were not designed for some fool
See, I've taken all that I'm gonna take
It's the rest of my

Bad thoughts 
Fog in the streets
Feel like it's silent hill 
Twin glocks 
All on mi hips
Saved for the worst of em 
Rain come 
Down on the streets

They say I’m top 10 but I’m aiming for top 1
Play the game I’m so high In a plane like I’m top Gun
Tryna roast and take shots but They aim with

gangsta yeah
I need a bad ass chick big ass and titties
I still got love for itty bitty committee
Baby I'm a scorpio freak so gon shake it 
Throw dat ass

Letter to My X's

Ace Hood

Blood Sweat & Tears

2011

kiss my ass, X O's
Ahem, okay let's talk about a gold digger
Met her at a video shoot, go figure
Uh, well she was bad than a mothaflicker
Seen her

My mind was a shit show
Hooked on a mirage
That was the sitcho
These days
I been workin on a sick flow
Even considerin hittin up a plane to Indo

enemy
Get on my bad side you’ll just be a memory
Get on my worse side I’ll make it a felony
I’ll do you just like they did John F. Kennedy
Boy you are

my bag
And y’all don’t wanna see me go brag
I’m fenna pop like someone dad
I came here to make niggas mad
Where I’m from we had it bad
Where you from?

get close
Temper real bad so I go to acting stupid
Caught ya ass slipping I was waiting in the bushes
Popping like grease when the heat up
Popping like

Staring off into a another plane of existence
What am I missing
Why am I resisting
Who is listening
Anybody there
Nobody by my side down for my

felt so amused by regular views but now I'm off on more planes 
At least a week at a time I'm seeking sublime recharging my brain 
Im at the peak of my

or drama queens
No more tv stars, no more fast cars, boats and planes or friendly sayings
No more fans of love, no lord above, no hell below, no place to go

(pappie) NTM 
Trip zone music
Cokeboy
Man they know me as TIB
Got my Bros on this one
(feezy on the track go)


20 by midnight
What's on my mind is

of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)
It's been some time since we last spoke
This is gonna sound like a bad joke
But momma I fell in

mine.
Life’s a bitch she lit,
Make her drip when she on my dick.

[1ST VERSE]

Reminiscing bad decisions.
Thinkin’ how I’m livin’.
I’m glad I did a lot

of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)
It's been some time since we last spoke
This is gonna sound like a bad joke
But momma I fell in

you up on a tent by the beach
A fine line between walking in your sleep and chasing dreams

Planes shimmer in the sun rays
Slinging prom kings  
Singing

And they mad about it
Now they wanna talk bad about me You pussy niggas can kiss my ass
Then kicked rocks
And be glad without me
I lost it all now I'm back