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at who inside
Yeah my baby sittin' pretty by my side
Elevatin' while they're trying to get a rise
Prince pivot I've been living on the fly
Papa told me put

I love you Nora, do you love me
Oh I don't know, Jack
You're the only girl I've dated in-in two months, we get along fine
You do love me don't you?
I

they robbed me of my culture, put a gun in my hand
My queen used to stand right by my side for the fam
Then they coerced her to they plan
Said they could

She ride out with me on night trips down the five
You still like it when I sing to you, even without this melodyne
Trading bars over type beats as we

ahead and move along 'cause I can't wait on nothin'
My broski say he gotta plan, I'll wait on him to plug me
I always felt like I'm the man, and that's

faces when I drop It on the center piece it goes splat
All those that doubted me get Smooshed like a gnat
Made nothing into something Pulling happiness

crackle
Living inside a fractal, admire the hustle I buss fire without a hassle

Acting like these sand castles were built for me
Scribble scrabble, ram

is how they love to sing songs
These friendly giants I think we'd get along.

Some parts of the ocean so deep deep
No person could swim there gotta

a bong bet I clear that whole thing gone
I’m in my zone till I can put my whole city on
I want the throne eatin rappers just to get along
Gimme a phone bet

My neighbors so mad
My grass so high 
Life’s too fast it might pass you by 
I ain’t worried bout you you can’t have my time I’m fine 
It’s a damn

And he tells me how to find some direction in life yea I'm out with the boys it's a waste of my time that I've gotta get me a wife

Take a good look

caught but i ain't dead yet
Don't get along with most this niggas cuz they rat rat
And everytime i feel alone i just rap rap
I gotta move consistent there

As the day go by, I just think to myself
As the day go by, I just count up my wealth
I just take me a knee, then I pray to the sky
Gotta' get on my

it's called a cycle
It just goes round and round
Like a telephone dial
Or the most depressing Mary go round

How cliche can I get?
Oh, woe is me I'm sad!

get's the money from the policy her husband has recently upped 
Ringmaster gives the cue to king, along with a subtle nod and a wink 
Acrobats who are

to leave yeah it's time for me to go (gotta go)
Every other week, I been living on the road (on the road)
I could make a million off a song that I record
I

to hide

It is all glamour from here
It is tainted with fear
Hear the sound clearly
Don't leave me dearly

I need you by my side
While I am on trial
Waiting

the hour glass
When our childhood rings
And we gotta answer
Cause without it we wouldn't see past anything that's on the screens
And we learn from mistakes

growing cold
I’m scared it’ll end up colder
Than the coldest winter
I need to be delivered just being real
In me you’ll find no pretender
Feel like I gotta

Kids along with cha
Never thought about this
Now I think about it

Every day and every night
I just want you by my side
Feels like I'm on cloud nine

stop there's more to make
Ever since 4 digits on me cant afford mistakes

Lost a few friends along the way
But I don't care, it's okay
Cause this rarri

she high oh my huh, uh
God gotta get this karma off me this quick, get a kick out her with or without her ima live shit
But that ain't the thing her gun

and its giving you chills

It's like dreaming without sleeping, it's so vivid and real

Gain knowledge be a God, be a God like me

Are you a G, OG

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I get along with most men, more than I do with some women