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it I'm an icon living
This shit made me a public enemy
They still wish death on me
Cause I got dames fuck fame
I don't hear broke nigga what you

hate me
For them fuckers that swear they can take me
Y’all don’t know, don’t shit faze me
These mother fuckers broke, they lazy
Ain’t no place I can’t go

busy I'm on my grizzy 
She's like where is he
Taking no commercial breaks 
Paper chase with ankle weights 
By her waist she'll make a face 
Time is money

control ya chick
Dick so good she went an got a mold of it 
Been broke an fritolayed the chips 
Now it’s guac Queso twist when I’m in the mix 
Parking lot

This ghetto sympathy I spit so vividly
Typically you can find me with crush grapes from Italy
I'm sippin and black fistin for my dogs in prison
Got too

I'm from where seeing someone driving porsches is rare
Like finding a field of flying horses we just stare
Jaws drop got us in awe
Got a couple

to the woman that had gave me life better than other people
I had to tell her, please don't give up on us, mama, cause we need you
She giving me all the things I

Look look

So let's get back to the topic
Me & the money got a thing
Like we meant to be talking
If i never met Nena
Shit i'll still be popping

I'm

Best believe you gon' be saying your prayers

Had myself a sweetie pie, found out she's the cheating type
Now I'm back to my old ways
Back to hitting

If we got beef then it’s up, fuck Newton and his third law bitch it’s stuck
Ian come to play around bitches know I get buck
Never been broke bitches

tryna say, by the time I'm done
But shit, for now I'm livin'
Look, I been up and down 35
I been ridin' dirty in a dirty ride
Shawty mind dirty, said she

Feeling heavy that's my Juggernaut
Give her my balls, so she jug a lot
I drink out a mug, so I mug a lot
And if they don't listen tell 'em kick rocks

style choice was dark and clouded
Abusing his girl every fucking six hours
For talking slick she got back handed
Now go in the kitchen and make me

to get the bread 
Now I wonder why these bytches always wanna give me head 
I tell her bend it over fucking her till she half dead 
Always had bread baby

please
Keep going
Bless me
I never once sneezed, but I still said thanks
It wasn't til later I knew what she meant
But by that point I was already in bed

mouth

I'm young solid lil nigga I stand by myself
Don't need one with me i don't need no help
Cook shit this up man I feel like a chef
I use to have

she let me cop a feel

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
You got your mind fucked up
It seemed like it was too much on my plate, but I'm not

gotta ask
If she want it, then she got it, girl, just throw it in the bag
If ya think that the paper gon' come to you
Think that we fuck with what you do

And she said yes, I really enjoy your company Listen to her favorite songs, sharing memories
with me Sitting by the fire, warm and cozy
She wrapped her arms

Had a dream where my homie just killed himself
Watch he's momma she cries by her lonely self
I'm thinking like wheres everybody else
Just a dream but I

Temperature feelin' just right
And I'm back in my hometown
Not too proud about it
Think I'd probably stay forever
But Florida got no mountains
Outside, outside

Is
Seqiuentally
You ass gettin aired out by the boss
So kick rocks or burn blocks
Or sumn
Go read a book
The compound effect got me like

I miss my big bro, gang
I been trappin all the way
I'm'a fuck that hoe and kick her out the spot
Crying
All the time she threaten me with dying
I

shit I could rap for 10
They must not know about me nigga
You AB OUT to C nigga
Give her D And E now she F'n with a G nigga
Yeah you can rap you just