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But I know this shit is hot, get off the pot top chef

it tonight
I got a L for me, I got a drink for you
Let's get up to my spot cause the time is right
Lil thug joint on my hip, with the body and face

her big lil' ass is heavy
Can't barely move, but I figure she should get sleep
We got a date tomorrow, figure I should get sleep
I think she's that

they come and go

Duck is not a mastermind, but I'm tryna master mine
Done using a passer-by as a way to pass my time
Show you just what's on my mind, I

I cruise up in city tryna clear my mind
This bitch is getting busy she jus cleared a line
In traffic w my niggas wish a nigga would try
This light

wanna hear
Bitches hating just 'cause I'm a queer
Well I'm here
And the time is near
Bitch I'm going in and I'm striking fear
Flow is hot like I'm

Nigga on the climb never stop
I was born in ninety-nine with a plot
Why I've been working nine to nine for the guap
I had to do it, on the line is

pondering inside my bed like where's the time gone
Institutionalized by the four walls- mind went missing
People staring at me, like what am I on
Burning,

I got blood on Ben Franks changed the name of A.R.P. to Curry
Got limitless range Boy what the fuck you talkin' bout
You's not my twin lil' nigga, we

Now ima tell you that I'm different
One of a kind no ion settle bit*h
One thing I'd never do
Is ever settle
Learned my lesson quick
I settled for

movin' pieces through his crew like a king
Well I guess I'm Robin Hood, his girl is now a fiend
Swear that girl a diva, made her queen of the team

Yeah,

ain't there mostly ya mindset
Not tryna lil bro you
I don't even know you
Just tryin help you not to go thru what I had to got thru
My nigga the truth is

till his chain swing, dwelling
On the things that he can’t change, failing
If he slain by the bang-bang, yelling
Or he could be a proclaimed felon (Nah)

the game at high risk
They say i'm too fly, we call that flight risk
Coldest in the city, you can tell by my wrist
I know how this goes, and yes im psychic

mic
Yours is ice
You ain't even on my level
I'm Wiz Khalifa high with talent
You ain't on my level
Oh shit
Did God just call my name?
With a lightning

shrug face.
If me n b team is in season it’s a done thang.
They gon get it one day.
And Cuz say the lows gon match the highs the game is integers

to spend my own Valentines Day money
Like since when do it matter that much
Why can't we get by on some touch
Why can't we appreciate love
Since when is that

show
Packin rappers for the low
He didn't know
That them demons
Was scheming
And makin it hot in the snow
I gotta glo
Once she say that her hubby is

serving packs
You would of thought he was Chris Paul dropping them dimes

3hots a cot when is it gon stop
Wasa made man
Came a long way from trapping in

Yeah
What we doing today
I'm just the
Author of a flow so poetic
It could probably go gold with no edits
But I set a goal to go get it
Motivated by

I'm trying to go lay in some bread
Like a mother fucking hot dog
Had a chip on my shoulder now that bitch is covered in cheese
Like some motherfucking

All the cards on the table, I can't do no more surprises
Only loyal to the family, my moves is Lucas Brasi
If the boy ain't on his shit then I can

was born as a sinner
And I heard you talking hot until it's 30 aimed at yo La Familia
So you might reconsider
Don't you walk the wrong the way and lil

when you calling
My neck so offensive
My wrist so appalling
I got me a dentist for a mistress cuz I'm
Yo Score what the fuck it is
And FinagoPark what