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conversation make you feel good, so watch me dude
I put it down, Picture Me Rollin' it's making news
That's how we did it baby, yeah we never lose
Y'all these

Yeah, Spit a little rap for the crackheads
I try to stay the fuck away from you
Like you got bad breathe
I'm never on the fence
Always in the game

the jet (Ballin')
Pick up your bi*tch fly her out to Paris now we got the drip
Put on her knees and she make me fuego
Voglio dormire sopra una Maybach

bread to make bail
Nigga locked up for some weed
So y’all sent em to hell
Y’all so misleading
My people defeated
I cannot breathe
My lifeline depleted

Shoutout big truss, woo woo
Hog ridah
Shoutout Epic Games
Wake up put some beans on my plate (On my plate)
Eatin' lunch having beans with my steak (With my

See
I got it, her soul mind and body
Wi
Let us get out of the Lobby
Straight to my room
And I go make u howlllll
I show her that this is a hobby
A lone

things aside
Counting up these racks
Till you’ll make it rain
My love for you won’t be the same
I don’t like to play those games
But leaving was

that make you 
Question life like what's the point is the shit I'm doing even right 
Yeah bent over backwards trying to catch a break the more you 
Give

a check
Ain't got no time for the crying or lying
Run it up get to a check
Make the haters all vex
Double up get out the jects 

Cause I needed some time

I know that your worried I might hit something that’ll make it home
Just breathe...
Relax take ease (Take ease)
You know that a king is nothing

paint pictures
When I spit these rhymes 
You feel my pain different
Rolling up a blee the ones that ain't with us
Ima make sho that y'all stay with us
All

On to the next thing Every L be a lesson
Make you no dey stress. Same time no dey stress me
Learning a lesson doesn’t lessen the pain
But if you ain’t feel

these niggas I don't need a cape
They didn't see it coming and now its too late
Curving these folks throwing salt on my name
Give me a mic and I make this

niggaz or your commentary
My bitch know to busy guns like the military
I done put her on to game now she wit the shits
Showed her how to deal now she

got the gift of Gab
But I’m stating all facts
Make em say that girl so rad
OoOops I mean so bad
And I never been a faker
Cooking magic on this beat
Like

and I wish she would’ve chose me
Then I got sad tuning back to the old me
I just played along with all your stupid games
She gon break my heart but she

Listen up everybody
Im calling all my runway girls
To the floor
Right now
Yes
Make sure your pumps are three inches or higher
Your wigs are secured

a sidequest
Bigger Picture no IMAX
Everything in my stats
Life is a game puts my on extreme
You gotta know pain to get what you dream
My characters name is

to beware
My responsibility
Make me look super human
It’s tunnel vision I’m viewin
Since day 1
You showed me how sweet could be
So damn right I had to see u

got to say to them
If you want me to leave
Why don’t you fucking make me then
And when it’s time to go get picked up by Aliens
Don’t say a thing cause I

I
Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
I ain't never seen a nigga from the block actually make it
Ain't a birthday wish or Christmas gift that

I’ll give u all my nitro
How you want it
Climb up on it
Stroke game supersonic
How you want it really want it
Coz up in the street we call it... (Murder)

hunting 
Ten years in the game
And it's not for nothing 
Pumping the press
Only with the best 
Clean up on isle six
I don't do the mess
I fuck with niggas

all alone
When I'm not out on the road
I am in the studio
Gotta make a song that shows me how low these girls will go
Come get lost inside my music
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