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that's required
Your energy the way that I'm wired (Uh huh)
Let's grow old (Uh huh) and retire
Waze navigation, got us slipping past the boys
Hater

believe
Eyes wide open, but mouth don’t speak
People rode for this now it comes down to me
Boy, it's time to clean up I ain't messin' around
Got that drive

kept it real and never fake
Let me say it straight
You the only one I want
On my dinner plate
Let em’ hate
Got that kind of love that elevates
Through

Armed to the pits, shit
Can I get a bitch to get a leg split
Got a ten cleaning up my dashboard
And her twin sister on my stick shift
Jäger in

Yeah
Turn me up... Louder
Spiketape (it's the potent)

Ayo S.P.I.K.E (huh?)
Tell me why they look like they mad you (why?)
'Cuz like PMS I got em

lucky)
Funny watchin' two niggas beef that could hardly fight
Like Soulja Boy gettin' pepper sprayed by Charleston White
Can't forget about the Super

ahem 
Listen, by spinning the web (uh-huh)
You could ditch these conditions and be winning instead (yeah)

Told me tell tales of niggas who fled

what's fashionable, your tracks ain't flammable, ahh
I got a few questions, lemme ask 'em, yo
Tell me, is sticking to my roots so radical?
When I say

and kill emcees
Stack the bodies to the ceiling
Got me feeling villainous like Big L
It ain't hard to tell
It's easy to see
Em Eye Gee Zee Eye Double LA
Got

the funk
Step up to the front
No you can’t tell my life
If you had these Nikes
God damn, that boy got a head
And he 20 feet tall, not a flex
You do no wrong,

town wit a 30 in a stick
Got a girl yeah but might flirt wit a bitch
If she got a nigga better tell me off rip
I ain’t tryna love or tryna stay up in ur

Damn near had ta' choke her
Use ta smoke weed
Like a no limit soldier(Pee)
The round off the tank
Boy I thought I told ya'
My grill ain't gold
Only thing

features
Tell em to hold this I'm preaching
Some say I'm hopeless I'm teaching
In my studio, I don't need people
But my self, cuz everyone's evil
Bars top

about my papers

I don't f*ck with Immigration

I still ain't got em and I'm sick of waitin'

So I hit papi asking for a favor

If he can front me baggies

just speak for free
You gotta pay the price
Checking on the time can barely tell
I'm blinded by the ice
Checking into a five star hotel
I flip that

Ric, Dre in the fray
Vain got roids, shoot em up with the boys
We ain't do H
But some things you can't avoid
I was born this way, not by choice
People

ain’t new to me...
Seen 'em come & go...
I want the bread...
Yeah that buttered toast...
I just tell ‘em no way...
Like my name was O’Shea...
All I

a bitch and when I finish tell the bitch no mas
Adios! and I know you wanna party ho
But I got a lot of dough I'm trying to get
I'm runnin' circles round

the tomb
I ain't got no room, that's jus what it do
That's jus what it do, that's jus how it is
Show em how he live, you couldn't do this shit
Trust me that

'm Nemo
Got a succubus with me she known to snatch mad souls
Aint no hoe when I drive bitch I ride by the g code
I ran me some bands now pockets on cee low

We were older
Make sure you keep'em close
Cause uh cold world
I got people riding with me till I hit the grave
I got family lovin' on me till I hit

to tell em quick you don't know me
Try to pitcure this a young og i can pimp this bitch like goldie
Get a set up trick the bitch will suck ya dick the bitch

got Fuck You money, I got cake bitch
Cake cake cake
Make you disappear
Burn you at the stake, witch!
Oh! You wanna roll up to the Hippo
P-P-P-Peppermint

miserably
I got bills like Hillary peep my delivery
Get the pen and tell em how my life is a mystery
Bars like penitentiary
Shoutout to my enemies
It's a cut