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a hater there
I don't care
A hater here a hater there I don't care
The more successful you get be haters everywhere
Box Chevys gold grill forty cal in my

told she needs some help
But she won't go get it
Only time she needs is by herself

She's struggling and she don't know why
She's hugging him and he

Let's go
Surrounded by some real niggas (Lil Top)
Hey 
Yessir (they won't do it)
(Buddah Bless this beat)

I said I need it
This Draco

of
The good compliments and I have brown eyes
I don't really get any-

Your eyes are like dirt- (Dirt?)
Hold on, I mean that as a compliment
Because dirt's

'm better off gone i'm better off dolo
Got to watch your fam got to watch your boy don't get Han solo'd
Now watch me keep it solo
I'm a push it right through

MY NAME IS GOOD IN THE CITY
Young in the flesh, old by the soul
That's what you gotta know
I'm surrounded by greatness
Gold chain, 1st Place him

I ride the beat like a horse
To see if they can beat me and of course
They can't and they tryna hide the truth
That I always get the gold
And they

Skrrt-skrrt
I done seen a killer homie died from the hammer, he ain't do nothin' (ah)
Only time he get on the air is when the news come (ayy, ayy,

.. the evening of your life .. who was meant to get...

I love my sole lane and rap my arms in it's tenderness..

It's was caught engaged with open

that's made of gold
cnd that's one thing you can't get
By just doing what you're told
You take the high road
cnd I'll take the low road

Smiles are

whatever just to get it

Droppin' the top on my whip as I slide through the city, feel like I'm skiing
Know what I'm in, something European, by

around
I really just notice i don't even got ten friends
But i am not trippin I'm not even tweaking
It just leave more room for the bitches to get in

feet to your Gucci head
You'll get Gucci beat till your Gucci dead
I will Gucci stomp on my Gucci clothes till
I'm Gucci gone and your Gucci ghost ooh

I don’t want beef, ain’t tryna see drama
Walk around with heat, I don’t wanna squeeze llamas
Just wanna practice safe sex with latex
Get on my rap

had the pleasure
Every single moment we laughed together 
When I count up the memories one by one
Wish I had more time with you around 

I’m feeling so

I get a lot of the times
Is how great of a father I am
They see pictures on the internet
And people complement you a lot because they see photos

I had to get it my way, I had to do it my way
Get it my way, sing it my way
We just be counting today, huh
Counting these hundreds today
Put it away

the bag you can really smell the power,
I'm workin'
I don't get paid by the hour,
She worthless
If she don't gimme brain within a hour,
I'm hurtin'
If I

I don't get tried I don't play by no rules
Imma do what you do
Said what I said left it up to you
So do what you do
I don't get tried I don't play by

amusement
Your pleasure  is my punishment
I have been sodomized by everything that can be found.

In the winter camp passed around
So much semen one could

gold and those of us deceived
By the blood of the house, by the blood of the Red Shield

The gold was struck from misery and cruel speculation

get a little medal
All that really matters is the bass and the treble
Ain't missing Mr Hyde now I'm feeling Dr Jekyll
Yeah
Coz now my bloodstream's

ask for no help
They left me alone, I bet on myself
Was swimming for gold, they calling me Phelps
I was balling like Rose, but I never fell
We ain't

bucks
Gold diggers swarm they ain't gettin no love
Ugly girl gotta get dubbed
Got a whole team she finna get subbed
I ain't showin no love
Big label money