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should be fucking right now, but we talking about hoes
Oh you wanna flex on me
But err'thang you got is bought by me 
Only talk shit about me
But all your
with music

I'm gonna walk tall chest in the air
Courage while I'm stepping and fire in the stare
I'm walking and talking and smiling and rolling
They're talking about the dance on Friday
Wondering which boy will ask them, but I don't even wanna go
And at 16, I'm wondering why I hate the movies
Where
they move like enemies na na
They moving funny when I'm talking 
Its only money I walk in (balling)
Chalk it up to the game - they stalling
I'm all In
a plan
Sippin a limerita
Talking to my senorita
With couple nickel bags inna mi hand
Mi haffi get di money
An yuh know this thing nuh funny
In the streets
Jump on a whip, ceiling go up we up
Niggas is bitter got em in the cut
Rolling with shooters, round here is a must
If he's talking all that shit then
fine
Am I worthy?
I deserve this
A chance to start a new
I'm learning
I'm sick and tired of all the fighting
It's like I'm talking to wall
Throwing words
a mouse (On god)
Them niggas they'll run in and run in yo house (Run in)
You running your mouth what the fuck you talking bout
(Fuck outta here nigga)
own
A one man army
Cause you're nowhere to be found
I want to call
I want to text
I just want to talk
But you just give me stress
Maybe talking
I saw his garments on the bed, oh yeah
I can’t explain what I assumed going through my head
Pillow talking after sex oh yeah
New Crimson scratches
you up
Can't keep it real enough for the both of us
Better, in what capacity we talking
Little taller, better looking, is that what's important
Stop,
ya sombrero
Lacing up my Jordan 1s
Chose to quit my job, build a studio, record a ton
Talking to execs while I'm on the run
My primo, hand on the gun
Looking back like should my feelings guide my decisions
In my heart's funeral talking to a witness, you see that
This where his heart used to be
Where his
Oh, you came back too soon
Last night, I was talking to God and we talked about you
I swear I hate to
But you’re all that I know, so I chase after
see somebody in the party you don't fuck with
Point em out point em out
Tell em knuck if you buck then
Talking all that shit I'm finna put em in a hefty
how I'm coming
I just made something from nothing
Open the door and we fucking
I ain't in it for discussing
I see you talking and walking
Shaking that
Another day another battle ground
An I been in this war
With some demons
I’m talking Night an day
I done slept on floors with no cover
So I won’t sweat
fits
Nigga I’m talking bout you
Tryna to be leader
Going off the meter
Bar hoppin with a model
And we drinking margita
Flyer than a avareage
Balling like
the windows getting steamy
Grab her bumper pull on me
Willy wonka get this chocolate from the factory
She love it when I’m coming and I’m talking both ways
If I
the old
Then you get me thought you were told
Stacking my paper cause it cannot fold
You talking that shit acting so bold
But when I am speaking my shit you
the fire arms
I'm talking the loving arms
All the different color arms
White, black, brown, even blue
We fighting for that bond
This is the time to show
What
Black ass nigga with a bad bitch
Never do the average I be talking cash shit
I be making magic, balling like a maverick
Barneys for the fashion nigga
comes around, like you picked me up and threw me down
Like how it feel, uhn, aye how it feel
Now you know the deal still put you in a real field
Talking
your rock feeling rocky
Imma saint, you can’t stop me
Pull the trigger on a copy
All that talking, but you foggy
You a lie so I flex
Your plan is

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