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celebrate
Nobody else put the food on my plate
Don't know what I'm after
But I'll walk backwards up on a rope
I fight off these lions, tigers and bears
Hoes,

Ex Nihilo Ex Nihilo
We make something out of Nothing Nick
Ex Nihilo Ex Nihilo
We make something out of Nothing

What started off as an idea for me

on my knob
Let me see it let me see it move your hair up out the way
She can suck a man dick let me nut in her face
So beautiful she make a lame nigga mad

Checks)
You cash reality checks
Said I was gone fall off, haven't fell yet
(Never)
Still on commercial flights next year it's a jet
(I'm gone)
Speak that

n***** is tools
Use 'em now like pen and paper
Write 'em off and I read 'em later
Tell 'em 'bout themselves
Leave 'em by themselves
Get my girls in that

you look is pitiful
I know you know
Hate the way I told you so
I couldn't take another hit even if I wanna overdose
You look the best when you take off

adapt to my pain now my rage reigns king
Notepad and a dream I been living off of
But who am I I don't know I need to study longer
Maybe one day all

might of sold her soul 
Her stripper name is Nicole 
Drinking Henny yeah she off of the shots 
She grindin' on the Glock next to my cock
Over night shift

real milly around them leeches and those snakes 

One minute you good until you saw just what you made 
Fuck is going on get this shit up out of my face

GG's
Run up a bag got it all off the ZZ's 
Diamonds they jump out the face like they 3D
Niggas be hating but they wanna be me
Fuck up a check in the mall

fucking with em
And you were closer to them nigga then to our other niggas
Smile in your face and stab you in the back
They say I keep it 100 yeah I'm good

much
But when you meet them they never say so much huh

My niggas stand up
Turn up
Then I pull her skirt off
Toes dem kill out
Fizo told me blow out

my burna on ya
Let my click hit
Iont want ya baby mama
Call ha quick pick
You got scratched off 
Call me lucky
Keep it funky
Cant stop won't stop
In da

I'm in a fight to the death with myself
That I'll wage and I'll win and I'll take it all
And when I look at myself in the mirror
The mirror comes off

gon' fuck up your whip
I'm keepin' the Glock and it's tucked in my hip
Tour in the city, I ride with a stick Smokin' that shit to the face

Talk that

an assassin, I gotta be faster
Man I see the stick in his shirt
I gotta shoot it off first

I've been this stupid since birth
Shoot a man who the man curse

the furnace
I gotta
Face it all so I don't have to look back
Right now I keep my train of thought rolling through on the tracks
Yeah, things get bad
But with my

a nigga been folded
Closed off, ain't been open about
All the problems I'm facing
Gotta thank God for creation
Gotta thank God for his patience
Gotta thank

cause I ain't no bumblebee
Said you had some runts, come up off that pack, it don't smell like runts to me

Finna go make my tape, I don't take no breaks,

there for me
They be on my back, staring at me to boldly,
Aye
I be writing inna room with the lights off,
You not expecting much of Cee but he a night

how I feel roll on a opp he get pop like a pill

Yo, girl, she shakin' and shakin' and shakin
Run on the opp, leave his face hangin
Grahh, me and Izzy

ain't gotta cheat on me because you can invite the bitch
As soon as I fall off like a light they going to switch
But right now why don't you tell me that

walk off a leash
Shorty you damaged deflecting
To save no expecting
Ungrateful groceries
Who I'm supposed to be?
The nigga outta no where
Appeared in

of waiting, all my life I been patient
I was taught to go get it, I know lame niggas hating
Put middle fingers in faces, for everybody fake waving

Think you