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a hand out
Get middle finger
Tell little finger I figured it out
Crew em and spit it right out
Bars on fire you would think I got grills in my mouth
But I

London feels like paradise to me
Folks ask me if I would like to move to pastures new
I tell ‘em that I’m quite content… thank you but no thank you

Live for the funk and I die by it too 
Going bananas, I live in a zoo
Tony Montana, I sniff and achoo
I'm a sex addict I'm feeling taboo
I'm

Wonder if my daddy be proud
Wonder if my grandad proud
Prolly kicking it with Jesus
Bumping to the sound
See em both singing
Was lost but now I'm
Tilting

boy was I clueless
Showed 'em my heart and they turned it to stone
But then when they rolled they left me a loan
Temptations are gone, I paid off my

a raid they rush us I can't take my time I'm gunning
Tryna come up on these number oppas slide by they busting at nothing
Nothing I'm doing is working shit

with the heat for 'em
Safe to any brothers that were keeping the seats warm
90's kids rock it timelessly
We just tryna tell a story with the sights we

You should tell from my pose
From my head to my toes
I'm swagged up and I'm balling
Jesus be doing the most
I know I know
The same guy who was lost

that
Smooth
Whenever I come to your town it ain't bout
You
So tell that boy to sit back down give a fuck about
Who
Hating on my vibe cause I got

swerve the lane (Lane)
Told them
Sit back
Relax
Watch how young boy get racks (Racks)
Told'em one day imma make it
Gotta stay ten toes down (Ten toes down)

a copy you a fraud
Niggas lie bitches lie
Cant lie to me lie to yourself
Og Maco give em hell
You ain't fresh boy
You stale you ain't next
Cause i'm here

but I still do 'em nasty
I don't nut in these hoes but I still keep a plan B
If this music don't blow, it's back to servin' candy
I ride by myself,

Bank Roll Na Na... Yeah
See most people confused about what love is
I'm a li different ya feel me? 
Like, You can tell me you love me all day 
And it

shut up n pay
I'm not shy, I'm just high 
Touch the sky, fly-or-die
I ain't rude, ain't a guy
(And I guess we fucking friends)
Tell em nematodes boy bye

Pissing greatness out my bladder
Killing everyone like Vladimir
I'm Mr. Putin shooting hanging y'all up by some nooses aye
Tell me why you do this aye
Is it

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Rome 
Yeah 
Uh
Hope you got nowhere to go because there so much to tell 
I am not of the species 
From a whole other realm 
You

Thought Blokah Bang was gonna trip
But boy im still running
Shit like Usain Bolt
Shout out to the float 
Please separate the  ice cream from the coke
I am

I tell you to stop it
Cause the enemy always prowling
He Enticing souls, he plotting
He got Lor boys killing these people
And He got Lor girls out

by the book, yeah leave em shook
When I blow up make sure I move like Pac n Suge
Pack my shit and take the first plan out the hood
Cause staying here

Beat yo ass with these hands so fuck a weapon
Preaching hood sermons guess I'm sum like the reverend

I like the way she shaking ass cuz it's movin
Tell

boy to man
my growth was more than just mental
It came with Depressing Expectations Through my Romantic Interests 
Then came the desire to think

Oi, Biggie Deez
They wanna know something
Let's tell 'em
Who the fuck are you? You're thinking who the fuck am I
My, I'm high, despite, I'll give you

dodging the D's and banging out with the opps 
Just listen
I use to post by them buildings to get my money up (Yup)
My momma use to say baby boy you ain't

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