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on Santa Clause
Anagram on the first nom
You won't make it past the dial tone
The globe froze like the north pole
It's never been as advertised

a mill by 25 not pulling up in a rental
I'm tryna set the bar, I'm tryna be most influential
Heart getting colder Moncler I'm zipping it up
Know I gotta

gotta keep going cos quitting aint what I'm about
If I go this way and it doesn't work out I'm taking a different route
It is not easy to follow your

They ask how I come up wit material shidd I live it
Why all my songs speak on a struggle cuz I’m in it
They probably won’t appreciate none of this

fuckin’ with this soldier stock, fly off and get your flock, or fist up and get fought,  you don’t want to talk about shots, ‘cause you don’t know who else

to a better me
I was sellin 10 a g, scale it out by density
Sippin on some hennessy
I had to break them tendencies

Lucid Livin
I been trippin, got me sippin

control of your own emotions
So call me what you want
Prideful, arrogant, confident, or bad
And a list of other things that I won't sing about
It's called

Watup doe
It’s Billofwright
Gripping on some tides of faith I get silky
A nigga done been through so much shit man
So much shit
Niggas won’t even

a podcast or a talk show
And if you talk about me, you better talk in Morse code
And if I smack you in the face, it would be pure jokes
So many poor souls are

a Darion, I hate the Darion, so I won't ever talk about it
It took six Darions to get the Darion all matted out

God darn, got a low taper fade, I might slam

there ain't shit to talk about
That shit for the birds, walk it out
Countin' guap like a nerd
Just know it's money all around
Bitch, fuck what you heard,

worry about what woman I'm dating
Keep it a secret I'm single I'm taken
Letting you know so won't be mistaken
2 Door coupe we swerving
Talking that shit

Shauny he knows some shit about life
I don't know shit
My sole is a hole pit
I ain't done i ain't know kris
You want it then go get it I'm grindin' so ma

a chef,lets talk about it
I see them rumors coming in hot, bitch, we about it
Come and run me out my spot, i'm really bout it
I knock that hoe bitch out her

golden up the house
Sell for half a billion, know what Nash about

All it took was wifey smiling it stopped global warming
Grill no foreman, formin' choke

like curry
I'm hot like some curry
I won't be on Maury
Cause bitch I pull out
Once again in a hurry
Don't talk to me
You know I'm high like a rasta be

legitI'mate plan that I won't spoil
I'll be cookin' fire like wine on hot oil
Have it lookin' crazy like Sassy sayin Popcoin
Man what am I talkin' about
You see

lonesome 
Solo dolo in the field 
Don't talk About it to yo bitch
Burn ya clothes ditch the grip
I hope you got another one
Cuz the streets talk
Like they

follow the beat
Don't let that fine girl pass you by
Look real close cause strobe lights lie
We 'bout to have a party (turn the music up)
Let's get it

so don't ball gag on my dick
I snap and I talk fat, I wont fall back 'til I'm rich
I'm all that, turn the clock back, when I walk back, yea that's it

giving a fuck about anyone who be renting a Bentley truck
Or claim they better then everyone, I can hop around them like double dutch
It's Jersey, your

to the love that we once knew?

Now when it's on it's on
But when it's off it's off
Maybe I walk around at night
Thinking about the love we've lost
You used

it in her eye, momma looking like all I wanted was sex
Then moved to the next (That ain't true)
But it was something about his girls style that make me

always is
But I guess I'm impatient
Wanna make greatness
And it's hard cause I know I can
Catch myself writing in narratives I haven't earned
About fame