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sitting at the corridor
Thinking about you, baby

Oh-oh, oh-oh
Yeah
45, never seen nobody like this before
Girls take it easy or you gon' make my boys crazy

even know till my cum stain shows
No they won't even know
But she won't like going low
Cause they dick game is nothing
So leave it to the pro
If she says

I feel that’s how I row 
Man these niggas they don’t know 
Man I use to bag my dope like 
Hope I make it home tonight 
But where the fuck my home

control me, I'll make the moment last
I'll find a way to find peace, I'll break free from the chains
I'll write my own story, and I'll win this game

so we shine
We got dreams I'll make sure 
That we stay high
Cause they hate see us 
Cause we deep in love

You left town when we class two
Never have I

the exit, can't give 'em no room
Hop on 360 south

Make me a circle, jump back on New York
Slide down Collins, slide down Cooper
Pushin' this Bitch finna put

Make a hella move with no hands like a Ouija spell
Nigga want my shawty? Then boy, you gon' see these shells
Bunked around and bunked the game like

Ratchet with it this that
Fire shit that makes the playlist
Turn this bitch up and get lit
It's that boot shit hoes
Popping pussy my song is lit
Gangster

After that you should 
Know you one thing for certain
If you won't smoke you 
Should yo discernment 
Fuck what you earning 
What can you make 
If you

football (-) game banging
Put a corner into G's make it vanish (get it gone)
Addicted to the hustle such a bad habit
I've been low and bounced back like

I stayed
Underground I done discovered the railroad
Attempt to get my people out this hellhole 
Y'all play the game on novice

I recognize the pros

change life no bullshit overnight
We take flights 
Lambo go sport taking off like a Jetson
Yo bitch on court and this the game and dog she pressing 
Break

Sending hoes, bringing back diamonds and gold
Kicking dope, tryna make that money old

Nigga, pitching pros
Saying how that money flow, telling papi

above.
Starting out things were hella rough (yeah). Hope that you see how much you mean to me (yeah).
I don't want no fame, I don't want to play games (uh

the gym throwing
Up weight like I be gang
Skinny nigga throwing plates anorexic
Top model
Past my last like madden games
Cop a new one wanna swallow
Arms

dollar bills don't make you tough

Ya lookin' at me poison in my cup 

Lines gettin' blurry better catch my bluff

If you ain't with me you ain't gettin'

of these games(I'm not) shotty start flipping some lames(be flipping)/tubes  in the body like bein ain't calling my doctor he strange(naw)/but when I hop in

out that fire (Fire)
These other niggas was practice now put on that game attire (practice)

I trace them tattoos (I Do)
N fix that attitude (I Do)
I

a chooser / 
   but sanity was restricted when he kicked it... / had to become a man after his soul became evicted... / 
   had to deal with reality, and make

my position 
I be comin with a game plan I can't see no opposition (no)
I'm so focused no distractions aint no time for no reactions got my mind So

Calling for pic
We make papers we don't chase bitch 
You know how I feel?
I get love for the street
I'm still on the street 
You know how we deal
No drama

the evening was grey

Flight times run, on arrivals and departures
If I grab this beat, imma turn into a martyr
All these people in the water, sure to make it

that they proud
She swear she love my attire
she know when I come thru shit gon get lit like a lighter
I make her sing like Mariah
I don't like playing

gon' make it, we gon' flop
You only hate someone you love and now that we're done
Tryna chase me away but baby I been on the run
I ain't gon' lie you