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to toe sticky vans off the wall
Top it off my kick game taekwondo
Jogging to this paper with both my eyes closed
I know you don't like when I don't answer

(Once again, I'm locked in with TP
We finna make a hit) yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga
Money on top of money, nigga
Bad bitches only, you know?
Free all my

Loneliest hours are when I’m all by my self
When no one can help, scream at the top of my lungs
To see if God hear me, maybe know the pain that I felt
I need

See everybody act like they the man to watch
But I don't even see em running half the block
Influenced by the Michael Watts and Rapalots
I won a Grammy

the tap
But my iced out jewelry box
Right in my lap
If you a newby coming up to me
Approach me with the dap
If not then you turn around
And head for

grabbed a six of some twist tops 
better safe than sorry 
by the time I hit the party it was already 10:40 
I'm tryna blow this stress from my mother

I wanna hit it again 
I ain't tryna be your friend no more 
I know you want it all the way in 
Til the end 
Got you shiftin'
On top of my shit
I'm

police succeed by word of mouth
I'm tripping on through the times
I see a piece
It's time for fifth to pound
Always been the one to roll a couple just

and keep it flowin
Would you go back and taste the same shit that you been chewing
Yeah Yeah
I've been talking bout my mind
All the shit that flies by
I

what we got
To erase the waste replaced whats bot
The top is hot
But lucky enough
We more then prepared to take it there
Look at yourself way deep inside

isn't kind to me, neither is the porn
I need to abort it, deport it from my psyche
Mind was distorted wanting everyone to like me
Writing portraits

will respect my energy
I was up at the hunger games slinging that katniss everdeen
Divided by the district then where the fuck is the equity?
Growing up

been balling for a long time
And we'll be back on top in no time
Khaki suit, Gucci shoes, and a chrome mind
Yeah, I talk shit, and I swallow spit

And I

I wont lie in my mind I'm on verge of a break
I'd be wise to realize that I'm throwing away
A chance to rise up in the game and get paid
To trade in

Yeah 
Feelin like I can't get out 
Of my own mind
Head spinnin wondering
If I should go right
Maybe left take a chance
If I can't help it
Maybe

paid, Callaway
You high as a kite, I'm Top Flite
Gotta get ya mind right
Stay up all night
In the studio til sunlight sunrise
Earn your prize
Hard work

Bitches wanna ride on my shit
Sipping on molly on shit
Told stoner give me some weed
Niggas been sunk in abyss
And I be proud of my shit

Barz from the top

out my mind
Every time a pen drip drop
This my spot bleach couldn't remove
The movement spot bitch
Get on the move
Should kick rocks
Without any shoes

Red blade with the wind, rain
Ima sensei by the pen way
Ima kick it, not Lui Kang
Like a centaur, with a feng shui
With low top and a flute playing

And there's another dude that's my age, with my rhymes
Tryna get paid, and get by, saying this is my time
But as I reflect the only one I see, is the one that's

tranqs'll put you to sleep 

Adapt to the condition
From wacks to atomical fission
I'm back, anatomical pistons 
Propel me towards my ambitions
Going by my

Til I hear em say my name
Ay ay 
We gunna take it all the way 

I Want It Now:
i like what i like
i got diamonds on my minds

and tonight is the night

Life yeah (Yeah! Yeah!)
He showed me light when it wasn't light now (Yeahhhhh!)

Gucci messenger bag right by my side
Everything i need in it when i

I caught my case 
Even my bestfriend thats what I hate 
Wasted time and pain you cant erase 

It's mind over matter 
To the top I'm climbing ladders