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Yeah, look
Had to let it shine with the right rhyme
Game time this the right sign
Bron Bron a hawk now like the night time
Sixes for a case of Gold

away
Just stay in yo lane
Stop playing these games you lame 
Snap on the beat and I don't plan to stop 
Imma keep spitting bars all the way to the top

of beer have been proven by scientists
Whereas the rest
advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering expierince

I will despense this

Her body flawless
Like her topless
She get on top me 
She be dancing 
Pussy like water 
She call me daddy 
Ain't her father 
Ain't her father but she

of a blocker
And that ya guts only getting touched by a doctor
Approached me and off the top bitch I spint you like helicopters
Acting boujee like you bad need

night show
Morning news to the radio
Everything's been touched by the fall
From the Billboard's top, to the underground
In every culture, every home,

the city by the sea (West)
Windows down
Music blasting
All Eyez On Me (Yeah)
There go a '91 civic
N***a that's 2Three (2Three)
Babygirl just love how we

time (Captain)
Don't a thing slow the motion, looking at the time (Yeah)
Top side callin', tell me what's the motion (What's up)
All I see is good sign,

Can't fight for a square
No boxing ring
That's obsolete
Cause niggas now throw shots off
Get drunk and hit the bitch
Like top golf
Why you had to go

What's my purpose
All these years all these try's
Barely scratch the surface
Time goes by no more lies nobody's perfect
But I gotta make things right

flop j'kept on
J'étais dans l'bat', gros la vie
Faut s'débrouiller faut pas louper c'qu'elle donne
Gros je grind et je prie, pour remonter l'top
Donc

that Lambo, I'm not playing games bro
Nigga keep playin' with my top
I kill a nigga like Django
Stand down gotta keep it 10 toes
Kick it with 3 hoes like

Where people can't make it
Now I'm on top
They can't touch me
I stay high like a rollercoaster
My head stay spinning
Many go round but
They never touch

it out your pocket
How is that your bitch when she be faithful to the game
I see how yall be moving to make sure I dont do the same
Man hit him with

The time is now
Yow bim
Fi get a high and stay pan top, henny that ah beat ah Molly that ah pop
Yuh think a lie when the big food drop, mek me tell

home
Unlocked the door
But you were gone
Spent' a lot of time reminiscing
Seen' my days turn into night
Feels like forever
In a way it flies right by

you niggas lame and some you niggas wack (That's facts)
Other half you niggas really rap (That's facts)
Thought I had the keys to the top
Searching for

what ya name isss
Wrote my number on a dolla, play the game biitch
Nik' airs, oh yeah, two-tone fly
Mark Mill' so real you know I
She blow by, but no hi

this temple
Not any further ahead,
I might have climbed to the wrong place
But I'll never go back home

This deadly game
Fueled by my pride
This frantic

that Lambo, I'm not playing games bro
Keep playin' with my top, I kill a like Django
Stand down got to keep it ten toes
Kick it with three like a field

accentuated magic
Only overshadowed by the passion, yeah
For life that's drippin' off you, girl

So go on with your bad self
In my world you're top shelf

attention to a waste of time that ain’t free 
I keeps it real you so behind by design your science is obsolete
And that’s just wild that you would hold yo

boys
She won't take much
Learned early on to say
When enough is enough
Choice game on fleek
Cause she knows thyself
Like why fuck with Amsterdam
When you

the way everyday kids losing their dadas
You better stay up in your lane
The game ain't the same
When you stepping out the frame
You could cut the waves