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bite the bullet
Tryna hydrate the streets had them niggas book me
Twenty-Two to forever this shit a movie
You gonna get it or not and I'm finna do it

Step into the room like I came by dimensional plane
Space princess, put respect on the name
Percieve me with your eyes wide open and your jaw agape

yourself
Twenty-five hundred songs under my belt
Dont fuck with me, I'll fuck with you
We won't be cool, I'll rip you in two
If you think I'm all talk, come

a steel trap
Remembers everything but her bar
And there’s a 20 year old vixen cousin by marriage
Winking at me from behind a guitar

Family members falling

the shawty
Y'know, I was hanging out with her the other day
We were having a good time and everything, I thought
But then I turn around, that bitch gone, and I

to persue
Opened every door and no one gives me them clues
Swimming in circles for the past April twenty-twos
Just want to see what the world has In store for

and speak
The time going back in repeat
I got stumbling feet
Getting harder to read
Everything in this room
Put me in a good mood
Get another one soon
Now I'm

all my bad behaviors, trynna work on them
Been cutting back on the smoking but I still love a good blunt
Roll up a wood or a fronto, I need that money

placement
I bought my first pair
Of Jordans at twenty-two, huh
Same year I bought a crib too
Now my face in magazines I
Used to flip through
And my music

hunnid rounds in this lil hoe and naw I ain't talkin bout extendo clip
When she asked to suck it I sat back and pictured if this chick could really go down

to me
All day shopping spree
Two in the morning cause mean that much to me
Twenty five years
And yet we steady climbing
Trouble far behind us
So don't try

trying to be the one I'm stuck with
Left all of that shit in 2012 with all my Trukfit
Remember back when all that gang shit was all I cared about
Momma

fools that I used to see.
No more clues that I had to deal with,
And good news:
I dropped an album that made me whole,
And it just was cool,
But little

Yop
Look
Hit my ex bitch, she text me back and tried to shit on me
Bitch
You know I go by JO, I got that shit on me
Back in Laffy, know I push more

in traffic, gon' ride with my chrome
Don't thank on my dick, gotta make it back home We got boats for the low, so I'm 20 years old
Bitch, you blowin'

your life try to cheat us
I need two bitches on my Gemini shit
Rap money show money still lie to these hoes like
I'ma call you back something i do

to the left, step to the right
Step to the left, step to the right
Step to the left, step to the

Twenty-seven years never really liked to dance
But I gotta take

we could go back but for
Now home will do

In one week in two days tomorrow with you
Counting twenty four seven times thinking of you
Your wit stands

up a step
But I ain't banking on my moves or getting by on my rep
Shit, yo this is harder than I thought it be
I'm 20 years deep in this game and no

father's son, yeah

Yeah, I left town 
Just to get out of his shadow
And he'd send me a twenty 
Just to get back on the saddle
I put up a good fight

Welcome back
Two years later ctaboy is back
Previous life is bubble 
Now we fight against the struggle tho
Why we all?
Why we all gotta suffer?

and I get a good feeling for a moment or two
But I go back to blue when the flowing is through
I’m shallow and I’m deep and I don’t know what to do
I’m

on nothin nigga
Naw you ain't fuckin wit us
Drop the cash for my Dope gang
All good piece for the dope chain
Moved out south was the dope mane
Moved back out

One or two got hate on me
Late night fall back at 3
Around 4 she comes back to me
Frankie B. Knows what I mean
Stay off the screen
Pay my dues