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at your door with two T9s, lil' bitch like, pop out
Don't get this shit twisted, talking all that shit you not bout'
Uh, I ain't got no manners for no sneak

ain't no ghetto poet 
Jus know it don't take a lot to be 
c blessin for all my people 
Or wake up a fuckin meme
We was royalty 

Now screens jus romance

and be home by dawn
I'd be damned if I flaked, it'd be my last mistake

They could say go to hell and I would ask which way
Wait a minute while I'm

falling to ain leaving though
If I fuck up don't get even
Wishing that my wish come through so I need me a genie
Ain't nobody put me on im on top like

should've been there to love you the same Now it don't matter, the feelings don't add up
And all of this money, it don't make a difference If I only use it

full, sign you out with this utensil
Loose on your end, we gone sharpen niggas up just like a pencil
I be all in bitches head, she know I'm playing with

tuck

You was flexing  got it all and still want more showing off for sum whores   im trynna see everybody shining all diamonds  fuck the timing so I

know at this point since we're adults
This shit be sounding
This shit be sounding cheesy as fuck
But God really gives his toughest soldiers
The toughest

be born groovymike my name and I'm ready for more
And I never kept score but if you wanna keep score we can bring up receipts
Imma go and do this

rich
Do it in spite of a hoe,
Turned 24, I feel like I'm getting old
Chanel all over my clothes, Breaking they mold
Fuck the little way that they see me,

really knew my name
My music is doing numbers
Like a dealer sellin caine
Y'all the fiends my music should really be all in yo veins
If you ain't hip yet it

in Heaven shit upon this plot

The room was cracked by lighting
Smoke, flames and all
Light turn into darkness
What the fuck is going on?!

lookin' down on you below
I mean everything I wrote, if you got problems, let me know
Call me sir when I'm in this hoe, walk out with chicks for all my bros

anywhere where the racks at
I'm takin' straight cash, no cash at
Shawty ripped it with her ass at

If it ain't real, don't grab that
Dressin' all black like

sneakin', feed them cat food
Keep my name up out yo mouth, before you end up smoked in this Backwood
Attractin' all the money, pump itching, give me

mess
Just want time gimme like five
Can I explain yea I know I'm not right
Break it off why moving why?
Everything we did all in my mind ahh

You took

to face and I'm surrounded by some novices
All of yall some pussies I don't need a gynecologist
Please don't fuckin' test me, imma have to take it up

disgrace
I hope to erase all the memories we made
Damn, telling me some shit that I don't wanna hear
I'm so blinded by your love that I'm not seeing clear

if Imma find true love

Fucking real
It’s the fucking streets 
Please don’t fuck with me
On some shit 
Sip some ecstasy 
Mixed with Hennessy 
Mama mi

to sleep
With every tragedy I've seen
I'm sacrificing all I've known
But getting close to who I'll be

That auto
Auto pilot moving
Disassociate
If I never

hop out, fuck a drive-by
Nigga, I'm out that bity, court loafin and get left shitty
Bitch, I paid a band and some change for these new Amiri's
Scat

You could never leave cause you know I'd be feeling empty
I ain't worried bout no ex's tell all them niggas tempt me
I pull up wit all my niggas he can

Like I won the lottery
Market Cipher be the reason that I own property
All this money I've been making
Man don't nothing bother me
If you wanna eat with

Bangladesh

Your Old Droog

Packs

2017

a restaurateur provocateur
With the raw and Bobby Brown jaw
If my melanin could talk and tell you what the brown saw
(?) the feds probably 'round y'all
So I