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to the pot
Or be trampled by fans
I don't carry dead weight
So you can bury the chance
Of you making it to second base
You sir are second rate
I hear your

Rollin' 7s 'cause I'm gifted
Blessed to be the man
Backed by the master plan
World domination
World champs again
All I do is win
Khaled really knew
God had

this or that
I got your back
All you got to do is tell me how you want am

Tell me how you want am
Short sleeve or long hand
AC or just fan
Once in

comes with my love is dedication
I try to be the best I can be
Hopes and dreams won’t get left by me
Children won’t feel neglect by me
And my fans won’t

cause I'm really in this shit and still aint pannin out
No fans around and rash decisions closed like half Tha routes I had
Like half a month had passed

chains 
Enslaved by an a image to look great an amaze anyone 
Who showed hate in a way Rated passed n I pushed faith  
Away 
(How did you get here) 
I let

to step to me but it don't get to me
Because I let it be, Readily getting this gold like Academy
No one ahead of me, Though she give head to me
Throat

waitin' in your landscape

I dropped a free mixtape, boy, I did it for my Fans' sake
I just took two twin sisters on a dinner date
Cullin' and got 24s,

down Carter like a pimpo
Say you better than me, that's an insult
Put us both on the track like the fan salt
I'm married to the gang, no in-laws

But

and broke
I used to write through all my pain that’s how I managed to cope
Listen to Gangster and a Gentleman a fan of the ghost
I’m just the man and the goat

just warm sunny days

I love to take an overdose
Of solar heroin you know
I go through most the year alone
The clouds take over sun won't show
No colors

on vacation
I should've been a jeweler by the way I treat these ladies
My hands is they chokers my dick is they bracelets
She running from the dick and ima walk

raised by my mother, I seen that woman suffer
No more pain and discovered, I asked God for an answer but all he did was mumble
It ain't a doggone thing you

I left da key in ignition 
Runnin dis shit from a distance 
I'm tryna ball like da pistons 
Broski up pole leave you limpin
I cannot follow no orders

as another N word
Which is so absurd by you racists that controlling rap
I rather sign to myself and I don't need no help from you're industry company
I ain't

Molly
Got a big gat incase I gotta hurt somebody
Trust nobody
I double the bag when I work by myself
Ain't no going back I don't fuck with the help
You

ain't deep, it's shallow, rowing a boat with no paddle
You're barely even a rapper, riding this beat with no saddle, bitch
Uh, yeah
One dimensional ass

and writing, rapping like no other
Beats that I produce, stuck into your brain
I don't even know if I can do this shit again
Writing all these lyrics so that

can bet since that bag, I been actin out too

I touched a few bands, 
Hard work, I put my work in,
Had to grind everyday,
No days off,
I worked

y'all better be hatin'
I'm levitatin, like Dassault Falcon, better cover your ears, cuz it boutta rupture

I'm not validated by some rappers out there cuz

running with Cal_Vin and Guluva 7
So get your hands up
Rappers get your raps up
Its burg sosh plus
Some wisdom in the chapters
I’m hip hop savior
No one

'm blasted full bore
By rancid air, I gag on the stench
Trying not to puke, so my jaw I clench
As I start to wretch, throat heaves and sputters
My body shakes,

hating on
I came in the loudest, that's something there's no debating on

Look who just came in the loudest
Higher than the cloud is
I'll never be outed

dneska, to co mame je teraz
A uz nemame 16, riesim pozemky, Eura
No mohol by som sklamat fans?
Ta laska je silna az sa z toho stava des
Yes mohol som len