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in Paris
Amazing the view
Amusement in T.O. is what I'm used to
But I'd be more satisfied
If I did a kaboom in Cancún
I've dreamt of this album
Since

postpone this test-album for you
There's still not time, it always was and always will be too late
To take it back, this time of ours : hours and glasses

cheap, okay 
Shorty fly RDU one way

One way, fill up my pockets in one day
We blown’ up, Pompei, so she text me back timely
I don’t got the time to be

fumbling
Knowing well I can't be cuffing (Cuffing)
I don't even know what I want (Nope)
Is it ok to feel lost?
I don't want to show you this side
Cause it

umetuacha presence yako iko apa
Nayo nayo we be killing wazimu tu ndo kuanza

Chini kwa Chini tunapita hatuvungi
Ntaifanya hii mpaka nnarudi kwa mavumbi
I'm

the gist
He dissed on the 4th and was gone by the 5th
Tried to be fancy got pressed at ruth khris
This ain't no fishbowl nigga this dark tints
It's me nd

going crazy at night
Wreaks through our shit tryna climb real high
She's knows she's always be safe by our side
Cause
She's our new best friend
Hey look

out your wallet
Throw 'em to the side, yeah
You get those goosebumps every time
That a girl looks in your eyes call me Ryan
I'll set your home alight,

yet but I'm a legend
It's shown coulda been worse
I could be callin from the jail on the phone
Even when I'm by myself I got the
Strap so I ain't never

for you
I've learned to move on and I've learned to love
I'm writing this album in attempt to be noticed by you
But I never even thought that I don't

over before I let this be over
Lunchbox in my hands, hopped out the driver side of the nova
But I  been a passenger to ya bullshit all along
Now that

mentality
You cross us, then fatality
We better then you'll ever be
Yet do this on the side
Jumpman jumpman jumpman
Berwick Bros are coming
We balling every

on the mic
So I'm signing this contract
Sold my soul to the lord
Still be reppin when he comes back
Cos he's perfect
Ten over ten
Something like a blackjack
He

Elementary, I still remember most of their names
My dad used to work a side gig at the funeral home I'd always go cause I was too young to be left alone
Can't

to profiting
There's a multitude that applies
Like am I Travolta in face-off
Am I being caged in by a look alike
Am I spy v spy
Do I make problems for my other

a story for next time
Had another major influence
On the mic but they chose
To switch sides
Lacking confidence
Must of been unsure with your rhymes
To be

the truth reasons why they're more than lines
I hope you caught it by now I hope you know the deal
I hope the side piece was worth losing the whole meal

Now I gotta to be rude you really look very stupid
Making these wild assumptions oh you went and
The boys screaming and hollering and making noise

people playing noble to fill their side of the table
Brought the bayonet because the pick ain't protected
Their highlight was to manipulate another

and things get clearer
God on my side always been a believer
Diamond in the rough imma be an achiever
Open my eyes I see the bigger picture
Yeah yeah yeah

Smelled on your aura, heaven scent
I know you were hurt
By some damn peasant
I wrote you an album, I got presents
Yeah you dyed your hair all black
And I'll

Shawty is you thuggin you gon ride with Me
By my side Come and vibe come get right with me
Fight for me don't fight with me
Fight for you go court to court

bustas come around out for laying me flat
I already know
You'll be by my side bussing back
You my ride or die and Imma ride for you just like that
And you

Simpson
Luca Brasi with your hand out, Doc Dre with my whereabouts
They waitin' for an album, me, I cannot take a fast route
Fuck what the hood like