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Italian just to make sure you capichè
I'm getting sicker by the minute
I didn't take my medicine
21 guns and they salute me like the president
How the hell

and Bobby going shopping with some lady friends
I hurt her feeling what I'm saying to her ain't making sense
I never listen to her talk cuz I be chasing ends

Ooowee
AMG had some gas
Hmm hmm hmm
Ayyy
I think Ima change my name
To Swill Yamaguchi
I be skating anythang and everythang
And you could tell by how

young niggas play with burners
It ain't my fault (oh, really), it ain't my fault

That the opp got caught
Fuck the drive-by, gang hop out, war (let's

guys who write rhymes from the heart
Twenty four chambers of love six layers of funk
One creator above and not a chance that we ever giving up
My DNA

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Fuck you talkin' bout yo
Ayo roll my shit up bruh
Uh whoa

We boutta fly I chill with the guys
Let's take a ride just you

Never really benefited from a boss 
Love may leave you nailed to a cross 
Truth may leave you dead by cop 
Feeling some type of way about 
Feelings inside

I’m trying to stay in shape 
This is how I get it in
By any means, bitch it’s in my genes
This is authentic 
I don’t even write
N*gga god send it
I just

would hang em by the ropes
But I really like the scope/

Bunch a bitches 
Worried bout my necklace./
Checked all of your girlfriends
Off my motherfuckin

Grip the mic, dreaming I might, end up on stages blinded by lights

36 Chambers, use my brain for this chess game
I use these 16s and 4 chambers with pen

Look
Lie lie
She lied to my face uh
Get the fuck outta my way
Erased what I chased like heart stopped racing
Got a lot to drop
What a waste of time

Ellington in the Uber ride
Ridin by my old high school
Now I school the high
Deeper than a scuba dive
Who am I? I I I I just believe
That actions define you

must b out my brain
Love Him above all He broke off every chain
During altar call heard her lift up His name
He took away the pain indeed she couldn't

the moral is don't be colored blind
R.I.P to Mat, yea Cuzo was my Loc
We ain't loose one to me Gigga we lost both
You get black balled by every label across

house
And the pistol is making a thunder sound
Niggas broke in the house smoking Bobby Brown
Not my destiny treat em just like a child
Got the drip like

love always making
My life into something like Job funny I'm feeling like Cole
So I pick up the pen just say hi to my friend
And I get up again so I hit

wanna go
Ride or fly, is all I know
Money heist type of love
You can be my Tokyo

Do it so BI-G
Them other tings, they all pree
When in the VI-P
Them

ain't got no curfew
And my girl she badder than boujee
And you can smell it by her perfume
Smell it by her perfume

Run around without the top
All ma

the dough
Guess that's my prerogative, they couldn't hold me down long
Now every little step I take feel like a Bobby Brown song
I got God inside my body

while she take a shit
Fuck your period, fuck your rag
Take it in your ass, just like a fag
All my fans is crazy, they love it
That's why I say fuck it,

at me like they fans though (so what?)
Say what's up, shake my hand or go nuts (go nuts)
Bitches only love you when you bouta blow up
Tryna go down while

This is my job, this isn't a hobby
I make the bangers, they call me Bobby
I'm so eccentric, electrifying
I'm not lying
There's no denying
This is really

thing you know he'd end up
Like Bobby drop off's by eight
Told you on NC, steer ya destiny
But you can't force ya fate
You can't let cycles of bad

can't do it sorry I don't love like that don't trust like that can't lust like that no
I still need help tryna outrun my past so I can't trapped
So when I