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for bar, in the battle, like me wrestling a baby
I'm cold, snap his neck
I bought the Bentley, just to sell it, that's a status Check

Like I said I'm

ball
Playball yea you know I passed third base
We don't do no wrestling kiss yo bitch ugh that's my dick taste
Ask me how I smashed
Saint Patty's Day

This love fake or real?
It's hard to differentiate it
And all the help a nigga give feel unappreciated
But all the grimey shit I did got my soul weighted

doin no wrestling
He get to moving funny we gone have to fuckin stretch em
Catch em lackin send a message niggas bet not get to cappin
I'm putting my all

The whole time it was Becka 

In my business bad for my economy
Making all these fake accounts just to follow-me 
I use to bad at monogamy
This year I spent

online
Steve was "Stone Cold", DX said the "SUCK IT"
Was told wrestling was fake, and I argued that it wasn't
And friends called each other on the phone

shoulder pads
I showed him the plan, he thought it was scam

I showed him the scheme, he thought it was fake
They hit me, I'm probably deep up on a lake
I

Now I slowly think as my mind deteriorates full of hate
And I don't know what to say to your face, and it makes me fake, yeah
Stay in your life, I tried

racked up the L's (that's okay you tried)
Kill procrastination, learn to discern fake advice
Watch hard work and time launch you back to greater heights

my zone
Niggas fake, but ask for a loan
Hell no, I'll get that shit on your own

Plot on me, get aimed at your dome
Laugh my kids all over your sheets

the number one
But Jesus is the runner-up
I need to blame, I need to trust
I'll fake a faith
I'll learn to love you
While I'm gathering courage
For all of my

think, all about me
1993 when I was born and raised in Sacktown when everything was hot and glazed

When everybody knew kid and play but wrestling was

Run up on the gang, you know that's case lose
With my gang and you know we gettin' pesos
How you gonna love that hoe when she a fake hoe
Slide

I turn two to four, I make baking soda wrestle O's
Standing at the stove, watching Raw like it's wrestling, yo
Walk into a T full of fiends, it's

of the chokehold just to grab him again
Put him then into a headlock thought I'd switch up the script
Ain't no way I'm wrestling, red on my Hilfiger drip
Nappies

Pop tart, booty fart, landfills are cool
I eat grass, Amazon drivers be eating that ass
Chairs are for sitting, not wrestling
I love fat people
I

telling me that
Flash mob, go with the pen, ooh, wrestling match

Moved my mama out the hood, all for blessing these tracks
It hurt my heart when I found

I lay here on the floor staring at the ceiling
I'm wrestling my demons devoid of all feeling
Searching for strength and muse
I'm not that smart, just

the street like Sesame
Big birds and they looking all sexy
Perplexing, say go raw these cunts start wrestling
They couldn't best mans making me test them
Fakes

I'm curious bout yo life
See yo decisions got you wrestling
Our mind been out shape since we started taking all this medicine
Sometimes I feel ok
Other

like I'm wrestling
I swear to God this shit ain't fake
My new emotions delicate
Shattered pieces on her plate ah yeah hmm
Just like her looks today she

messy
Cut off cause she too petty
Shorty just can learn a lesson
Lose me you just missed your blessing
Half these hoes be fake as wrestling
Never know my

took that charge in Texas 
These niggas lame 
These niggas fake as wrestling 
Cop that Benz 
And wreck that bitch right after 
Can’t go to church
Got

butterfly doors movin' like the Jetsons
(Woo)
Rap niggas fake, rap game like wrestling
(That's crazy)
Me and Rio the Hardy Boys how we flexin'
(Flex) pick