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call a ‘turn a house into a home'
Don't deny, you in love with the boy
Doctor said you got that Ticky Tell Em Syndrome
Very few light skin impress me

call a ‘turn a house into a home'
Don't deny, you in love with the boy
Doctor said you got that Ticky Tell Em Syndrome
Very few light skin impress me

thought you thought
Now the jokes on you
Yeah yeah I was so low that I couldn't even pray
Open up my mouth couldn't find the words to say
Like a big boy I

Drop down momentum wasted 

No motivation

Ma told me I gotta wait but she know I'm impatient

Sit down with my mama, pray, like I was her patient 

I

all
I lived it all
Still got some flaws to me
I can't fuck you raw
My folks told me I'm a star
Still I'm always on call
Girl you know you love the boy

bless all the souls who thought to work with the kid
And let me tell you this not talent boy I worked for this shit

tryna off him 

She calls me stubborn 
When it comes to war you know I’ll bum him
An I don’t miss but I pray that it done him
Take man’s soul from a press

For the kids man
It wasn't about the loot
It's about
Leading by example
For the crew
We was out there
Serving food
The city try to tell me
That I'm rude

When the boy was young you could plainly 
Tell that his skin was pale and his hair was red
Got a little older and he got a little weirder

Open up from within
You just gotta breathe deep and let it in so we tell em
Let it in
Set your soul free
Let it in
Set your soul free
Let it in
Set your

So many things, so many things, so many things
(O, you have to say something, you can't just sit th)

So many things I can tell you
But I'm afraid I

till you die boy keep flexin ya muscle
Call all yo plays bitch I want y'all huddle
Shi ain't to sweet wen you lookin at muzzles
Plan to take off, I ain't

Been on road girl I'm possessed
She said why you always working boy you know you ain't getting no rest
Niggas living by they @ name but still ain't got

Been broke your back for em
cracks in your spleen
Bended your spine never seen appreciation
Pray for my downfall I know they been waiting
You could wait

I'm bout this life
I was born for this fight
Demon run up on me
Knock 'em out like l'm mike tyse
I hop on the stage
And I take me a flight
Ya I do this

Yeah yeah, yeah
Turn my mic up a little bit rattPack, boy!

Ayo, whose arm is this?
I guess Slim cut it off at the pharmacist
We murdering MC's then

In little bit of time
It will tell

Who the fake
Who the real

Is you down
Is you still

I don't got
I don't got

Ain't no slime
By my side

Found my

And when they start the show
It be starring me
Busy baking about my pitas
Tell them niggas it's a wrap
(That's a fact)
Call me thanos
I'mma hit em a snap
Oh

with my bruddas
Count up these bands with my brudda
Aim at your head for my bruddas
I'm on your ass for my bruddas
Can't tell me shit bout my bruddas
I

Before my boy could get him a grammy
Pray that I could live it up for him, my gang, and my family
Take my brothers to Miami, riding phantoms no Danny
Got

I'm really a vet
Protected by angels I'm really so blessed, ¡ know they watching me
You can see em too, right on my neck, that 17 (Yea yea yea YEAH)
No

side
This one for the archives
 
I be in the Bluff now but I never lose my East side ways
Always love when you see my face
Southside rollin’ tell ‘em

that boy to death and I put it on everything
My worst fear is losing my grandmothers respect 
Cause even at my worst she still views me at my best
Ever

where i live
Put that pussy on me throw the head if its good then you can get a key to get in
Please do not tell me what no nigga heard Please do not tell