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paddled off
To an island somewhere close
Was it destiny? Was it meant to be?
Couldn't tell ya, lads, who knows
The island I got onto was a smuggler's

to know your name
Like who are you?
Bitch talk that shit I don't really wanna hear it
Ridin' round the city with a mask like a villain
Bald ass bitch like

Cashapp keep deletin' cause I'm Sellin' too much tree
They said P.T.P. to plug that nigga, servin by the P
Nigga, what the hell you need, that nigga got it

They be like who am i
Bitch i go By R-B-E-T-R-E-Z-Z
Why
Been the one never number two you lost mind
Niggas tripping bout my next move tell em boys

showin love ]2x


You can’t tell me shit like a bad student 
I was skipping them classes I was still passin you wanna know how I do it ?
I was multi

the other studio with glocks on me, yeah
Juggin' with my day ones, don't play by the rules
Them niggas don't talk, they ass just spray somethin

Pull up with

thinkin about this shit
Time never actually stops
Every second every minute
Just passin you by
And you can’t even do nothin to stop it
That shit right there

him fuck
He tipped hundred fifty bucks
I made him feel so good
That he started poppin up
It was rookie mistakes
Letting him know where I stay
I fumbled

born?
now I am a prawn!

fascinated eyes in disguise smiling at me
I know they're telling lies 'cuz their eyes don't like to see!
that crippled little

2002

Bob Schneider

Lonelyland [Bonus Tracks]

2001

To let you know I was feeling fine
Cause honey it's been a long long time
Since you walked out my door

It took me some time I must confess
For

lift like untied strings
Split ya noodle with the chopstick
Burner it be singing so melodic
And bitch you so damn toxic
Put you right in the front by

it's time to go she going on a mission
don't need no help all good by herself 
Gel finger tips all on my belt
Dive up in it like Michael Phelps 
Just do

ain’t brand new

I spend my money like a boss man do, them 50s pink but they hundreds blue, gon smoke my weed tryna kill my mood, I drink my brew it ain’t

They call me stormin' Norman with the way I bring the thunder
Kiickin' shit off hot like I'm a motherfuckin punter
In the lands with my bands walk

the things that I do
You was raised by them killers well me too
We could keep this shit classy or take it up to the roof
I don't really know these niggas who

Ive been kicking it with villains, in the rats den 
Ive been sticking it to millions , just a fat Stan 

You know were nicking all the skill up from

bitch
I'm on the come up, got fake people, they proud of me
By the time that I blow up, them suckers probably be tired of me
So just admit it, you're

‘Cause Naito we the team (Gang!)
Creepin’ like a phantom
Dumpin’ like a band
All the whips is slammed (Yup)
Cut snakes in the meadow (Yup)
Know they get

land
I'm the chosen one I got accomplishments
All you got is plans
Niggas say more
Than they do
And just cause it was said don't
Even mean that it's true

enemies for them and that doesn't sit well with me
And it'd be totally different if they were on the frontlines
Fighting with me but
All I get is this lousy

we just had a weekend with the boys
We was poppin off
Three bands on the wine uncle Aron copped it dawg
Jumped in the pool we were cooling down
Johnnie

we just had a weekend with the boys
We was poppin off
Three bands on the wine uncle Aron copped it dawg
Jumped in the pool we were cooling down
Johnnie

T to the widest O
Say you "heartbreak" bitch we H-B-K
Need nationwide up on they side
Them boys posted up at Johnny's
Say the word, it's smoke or what, let it be

I'm so blind to the bullshit they hate me for it
Head first in the game without a bungy cord
If I don't make it I'm hard on myself thanking the lord