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to the past, yea yesterdayy
Don't get on the wrong page with meee
Look at all the smoke in my face can't seee
She said are you ready and got on her kneesss
Bebe

("...there is one thing which can be seen as two faces.
From top to bottom: forehead, nose, mouth and neck")
Don't need a Rolex, I've got a flip

a recession
R-I-P to open sea, I missed the reception

Lightening from the gods got me feeling electric
They tryna measure my potential, but it take more than

Rocking this drip now yo bitch wanna know me
Yeah, Yeah
She stalking my pics being nosey,
Yeah, she like how I pull up and hop out the whip like I'm tobe
7

beautiful wife and that booty phat
She gon' kill me for dat
Roll a wood and I'm rolling it fat
2 grams or more what I'm meaning by dat
Just a kid from Akron
I

Sitting alone at the party
'Cause I want to be by myself
She started walking up on me
And I told her to go to hell
Think I enjoy being lonely
I don't

it all at ease
I go by the name of C-Black by the way

And she go by the name Lil' Q
Hand down, man down, these niggas lookin' for him
No toys, lil'

the liquor
If we pulling on triggers I'm pulling mine quicker

She calling me up, like she call for predictor
I'm wiping my lips as I'm spitting on tracks
I be

wasn't happenin'
So I started rappin'
About you and me in the back of my van
And an hour went by and I turned you out
Now creepin' to your friend
She

need some get back (I need my get back)
I'm in the trenches by myself like where my stick at (huh)
I call my bitch when I'm alone
But she don't hit back

Yeah he's back by popular 
Demand like Dracula 
can't see me like some 
Cracked binoculars 
Bun-icula fuck em if sons sick of ya 
It's not personal

Came from the mud you don’t understand
Cop a new whip and then get some land
Got a new pistol bitch get ya man
Smoking Gelato that by the gram
Moving

y'all feel my pain
Rollin' through the 616 with a drum, but I'm not Wayne
You comin' at me hot, bitch, you finna die, about some money
We slid when we got

this guy walking by pulled me
To the side and he asked

"Hop, what are you doing man
You can't skip class"

I said I'm done with this shit bro
I've had

physique
They work it so you don't like me
But it's hol' up, hol' up, freeze
Cock back then i squeeze
Boy you might got'cha some hands
But there's one thing

many liters you got in your throat?"
Ay she ain't really fuckin with the nonsense
Constant Top Shit, she be on God shit
Spotless, too clean, flow sound

bluffin/ 
But she sweet as a muffin/ 
Told her u got to much goin on for me to be cuffin
Thinkin bout da times when I ain’t barely have a dime, but I still

een happen
Passive
Playing with my heart that was your tactic
An if I need to sin i'm sliding dolo
An if she passed round by the gang
You know that

respected by the dope fiends
Used to plug 'em all, so they love a nigga
Line me up for that play, homie
Money hungry let's run it nigga
Circle small, I

granny work hard she still in the trenches forty plus years she gave that to the system I stand on all 10 

behind all my sisters I got a lil pistols I

find him
Raise your hand if you've been in love
Prayed to God I hit him up
She got bit by a jitter bug
Still finna give it up
Tell 'em settle the score

home
Catch me on Linden I'm bending and sinning and winning
That's how I'm living when I'm coming home
2006 bought my first microphone
By 2010 I had been

My baby say she want a prince charming
I'm sorry baby but this news to you might seems alarming
I'm a monster just hiding behind designer garments

manifesting
Hide inside the universe
They don't understand me
Feel like I'm not friendly
Hop inside depression, feeling like ain't got no Melodies
Tell Me