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Whistle clean like my nose, keep that pride in my eyes
Keep that shine in my smile, even though they’re fake
Show them off anyway, most people won’t get

how I do it
She love how I do it
She love how I do it
It's me
Handddddddddsome

I'm H-A-N-D
S-O-M-E
And I E-I-F-T-B
For my lil Mami
She my lil thotty

Niggas aint having no opps
Niggas be dick riding anyway till they get popped
My young bitch don't do nun but pop it
I don't give a damn what you do

the body but my mindstates older
You ain't OG if you don't live by a code
It's the morals that we live by
You gotta be honourable inside
Solid wid a strict

clean and I start killing cat
And I start living dreams and I start living lav
And I break in the scene, up on every release
But I'm still on my feet

rush failures
Because there is no glory in defeat

Water won't ever be hotter by itself
Trouble your mind it won't tire itself
Your mind needs change
Not

Baby, I do this (Yeah)
All of these fucking guys (What)
Baby, I got my cash (Right)
Run off on the plug like Plies (No)

Tell her "go fast!" like a horse

what I'm chasing
Back then I was anxious, and getting drunk on a daily
Crashed in my sandals, and waking up feeling lazy
Strapped in by passion,

Drag my name through the mud
And it came out clean
Got a Glock it's compressed
And it came with a beam
I took shot after shot
Chasing my dream
Why

with my emotions
Through the evergreen
Envy me cause I’m mvp
Getting that Sara Lee
Steadily setting the bar
Like I’m bartending
Drink away my pain
With

it
Like I said befoe I'm making cash flow
And my mouth just shine as the sun glow
I got my shades on Atlanta Braves Homes
Tomahawk a pussy nigga in

have a
We have a problem

Now you know that you
Should leave the streets, puffing sweets
Chasing cash from week to week
But you won't because you fiend

roller, TV screen, remote controller

A gold pick, stoler, bowling ball, bung blower
Used to run, stay wetter than Coca Cola
While coming down clean, I'm

got yo nigga in my car
His friend in my bed
Bitch, I'll take yo nigga, give him back, take him again
Get some dick and cash out 
cnd do the same to his

as a castaway
Never in the club we're the cabaret by the way we're the type that's makin' waves
No royalty in my dna and honestly that makes me feel a way

afford my kids 
Who’s it bother if their supported by the government 
And what’s the problem they're young enough she’ll forget 
Where are we going running

two flus these lame rappers
Dancing with the devil wearing tutus
And I’m just tryna keep my soul clean
Like new shoes, you fools cannot control me
I’m

This ain't normal

I was told by my brother
You gotta pop off give in to the hunger
Don't tell nobody just stay undercover
Knock all their socks off

bumping that stick 
Strike like that thunder hit call me da drumma sticks 
GRcNDBcBY E N T are we the industry 
cww Ye 
You know we put work in and clean up

gotta slow down, gotta count my cash
Lookin' at me with a bag, bitch, with a fat ass

Can't hit it from the back, gotta pull up the tracks
Wait a minute,

hear is retreat
And I'll bet all the cash on me that we getaway clean
I'm too raw all I eat with my sushi is soy
I'm moving step by step like a wind up

I promise I'm not gonna crash,
I'm smoking this w**d til its ash,
Im spending cmerican cash,
Racks on the dash.
I learned all this shit on my own,

speed, got a pocket full of cash
I won't listen to a thing
Got it all figured out, chasin' money
Fuck a dream (yeah, yeah)
Fuckin' bitches by the twos

right there in the moment
And letting all those things and feeling go
Free
Uh
Somehow I feel like it's my last days
But don't be sad if I pass way
I done