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yet? (Huh?)
You and y'all lil' niggas still lame I stand by that
They call me Diizii but not 'cause they think I spun on some'
They call me Diizii 'cause

this shit swiftly
Probably by myself Cuz niggas be moving iffy
Cross a nigga out first sign of em try to get me
If the shoe was on the other i'd tell

an eye"
But surprise, my ride-or-dies don't let me engage in violence
Protect the moneymaker by any means
And I Rolex the honey, cuz she vibin' with me

the thoughts they are Becoming
I wont have those interruptions
They hope i wont
But if ima pawn watch me put THat Thought in check
Im not a fan of the game id

bands
Ride around, 4'5 in hand
With the Michelin man, than buck and blam
Heat you up, you catch a tan
Shells spin his top, nigga ceilin' fan
It's SPF til

Come to our window
Give them our last coins in the car
All the beggars give us fans
And they love us in Accra
Especially the ones with no legs

Come to our window
Give them our last coins in the car
cll the beggars give us fans
cnd they love us in cccra
Especially the ones with no legs

that you' gone' get by me
She' useless i'm liking the way that we vibing

We slipping and and sliding
New rarri' we gliding
She sucking my soul kick her

nah, I ain't tryna cuff
How you talkin' shit but can't pay rent by the end of the month?
I'm the motherfucker, not the baby daddy, ain't got a son
Me

and getting cash, they on Reddit
(frrbeep) i got a bitch who got a man
I might drive her car
He be ridin' round playing me
Singing bar-by bar (you a fan)
And I

And I have a dream
And in this dream, I'm adored by millions
Ha, millions upon millions of people I've never even met
And I stand at the top

workin
I don't understand them only fans must not be worth it

You ain't fooling me with that ankle monitor, I know you pissed, bitch
It's the mouth for

don't get fucked by how you really feel
Pull up on me I'll lay em out I'll show em that I really kill
Aye aye

Y'all some bitch niggas whoever sent them

from and what I did, just for fans?
Why would I come up here, say all this shit, by spinnin' and nobody end up dead?
Every day I lose my head, my lil'

get the bag now
We pop your bottle if you acting like a fan now
And I ain't know the feeling, I'm the man now
And I ain't know you feel it had it

ain't[01:10.57]I go by clo, she wanna rock and I wanna roll[01:12.71]Bust it down with VVS, I don't really rock with gold[01:15.83]Man, he in and out that

Muzik
They come from miles around
I sign R on my letters
I ain't got no betters
I'm Dickie to my nan
She’s my oldest fan
Yes I’m Dik Muzik
Come

selling music today
An open source pioneer, siding near his fan-base
While Radiohead just creeps in from behind
Don't forget the dime
Thirteen cents

Sound like the Samie who spits
I’m grabbing life by the tits
Got my wife pregnant I’m having a kid
Can’t fuck around with another bitch
Cause my Mrs never

I wanna do drugs with Rick Rubin
And do yoga in Malibu
I want ten million fans on Instagram
I’ll teach the Dirt to Mötley Crüe

I wanna be like you

reinforced 

This ain’t no Picasso 
This ain’t man made 
This a photo bomb 
Like dust up on the fan blades 

What an eye sore
Explosive 

Harm and turmoil 
I

net PaQ erkle 
You can tell he spoiled by the way that he had curdled 
Producers need me for their beats all them want it murdered
They know that I got

Back when it was just me and a couple friends
Didn't know where it would go, took it step by step

Yeah we used to kick it at your mama's place
Eating

(Verse 1)
In the small town of Brawley, in the 80s they'd say,
There was a band called Poor Boys, led by Mikey every day,
With their dreams in their