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Nothing less than the champ that I am 
I am the king 
I am the man 
Running my city and running my block 
Lil homie why is you mad?
Cause your girl at my

it cause you was made to lose
As a youngin pump gas at Sunoco
Now I got the rap game in the chock hold
Ordering drip it come in by the boatload
Lend

righting some wrongs done by America 
Do you wanna break the wheel
Or still follow the model
Because I just caught my lil cousin at the protest 
Filling

You think my life's a game? 
*Oops* I do not care
I'm blowin' air -
And that shit is hot -
Yours is not

Your flames are all same -
And you look like

posted by this back street 

But if they do then I’m running like an athlete

Gingerbread man gotta catch me catch me 

Still blowing smoke while they

the party lil deuce a raise hell
Just play your part, you a kiss and can't tell
Can't compare when I dog out the game and play fair

in the nine
Y'all niggas ducking like a bitch
Hey, Lil Gloom, he gon pour him an eight
I say fuck it, I want some revenge
Opp thot, I put jits in her

trynna leave yo ass broken
Cant break a real one, a real one stay Stable
Making plays steady keeping shit in motion
Dirty game dirty bread he aint got no

So I was chilling by the bar the other night
Let me tell you about this chick that ordered Cîroc & sprite
Talk game good so I eased in just slight

fucked by your creditor
Wait your whole face might pop, check her juggular
Giggle all day, thang bright, specular
Thank god, see I thank myself, no genitor

Suburban boy
But out in the city they treat me like Kin
But wat i thought was love was Niggas just embracing sin
Old ass niggas still tryna live out

jumping ship?
Tell me what you lust for
It's a race to the top
Games rigged from the start
Bodies dropping when the shells hit like Mario kart
There's some

We ain't on the same shit
Get up out the way bitch
We ain't on the same shit
I'm goin' up and you stayin' on that lame shit
You lil' nerd, I'm tired

With four-by-four's
Jumping off the tracks
Now I'm Screaming
Geronimo
Get some bitches on your dick
You sitting and laying at home

Yeah
Yeah look where

to Holly
Down to Cali

Oh wait but you forgot about Meghan

You say I'm six now I pull up in the Ratti
Now I got all the hype so you can call me Charli
Lil

Foam memory
I be in the field looking for green celery
Did a drill with his chain
Now he an accessory
Life ain't no game
Do no put your life in jeopardy

Fast life and it comes with the fame
She a lil beast know I'm the one so she'll coming my way
We too playa love is a game baby we know how to play

a dynamite
Lil Mama kind of chubby but I like it like that
5'4" and I'm 5'6" matching heights
Pull up in a drive-thru catch a bite
Pull up in a parking lot

nigga I keep a few clovers
Cold Game jus got a lil colder

it?
Why cynical condescension infinite
Think they'll murder the USPS? I'm out the speculation game
As for expectations? Same
That's where education came

I'm just thinking 'bout the next hit
More food eye give you pain
This music it ain't same
Turn me up
I'm full of gain
One thing 'bout the game
You

end, babygirl
This just the begin
Aye, yea so lets begin

In that water
Cause im so deep (Deep in her vagina)
Can tell by the grip (walls)
That I'm so

Brown style with the hand-off yeah yeah pardon my ambition aye
Clint Eastwood with stand-off pow pow you should know I aint missing

Im on a mission lil

Licking your lips figured I made the right impression
Check me out shorty you might just beat this erection
This a ball game coming to your section
Home run