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They knowing my lyrics 
Just Listen

I'm one of a kind na na
I'm one of a kind 
Can't fuck wit my grind Na Na
Can't Fuck with my grind

I was down

Yeah
Yeah (turn me up a lil bit)
Yeah

What I talk, I'm living it
Its gimmicks in they lyrics and they lying
They ain't living that
They couldn't

HELL WHERE I FLY HELL WHERE I FLY I FLY THROUGH HELL NO ONE UNDERSTOOD NO ONE UNDERSTAND MY LYRICS THEY DONT UNDERSTOOD ASSAMESE SHIT OHH I SEE LIKE

out plain lyrics
They tryna collect fees but I don't need gimmick
You know what I mean I gotta hit a lick
I can fight I can shoot I can bring the stick

Bentleys
I'm rolling the pasto 
While ya bitch on her knees 
Thing bout my lyrics
They really odee 
Yea Ima chef 
You call me Mr.G
I stay wid the Glock 
You

my letter to you
This is my letter to you
I been up praying it's true
I hope these lyrics they sit and tell stories cuz God has got plans for you

you got one life
I could fuck a thousand hoes and still end up with one wife
I'm known as a asshole I don't know how to play nice
If you test my fucking

Don't give a fuck about how you feel
Just as long you keepin it real
This ain't a sale but you know the deal 
Be patient cuz it takes time to heal

She my dancing balarina
Pussy nice and it's sweeter
Pouring bubbly by the litter
She fucken' with a real one cause she know that I don't need her

lyrics, they can move
mountains
Look, You can move em with my words
All this motivation I just really hope it work
I know how it feels to be down up in that

wouldn't wish jail on my rivals
I hope that they all stay free so I see 'em on roads and leave 'em all deceased
Now everybody wanna rap
But them lyrics they

the light-hearted remarks I've made have a heaviness today
That I have to investigate

Shit, I got to go to work I'm late
Realise I never ate
My own lyrics they feed

know I’m all about it
I’m tired, I don’t wanna work
I’m tired, of this stupid shirt
I’m tired, hear my lyrics work
And they work for my money shirt
So I

what kinda shit????....all these wack ass rapers......sayin shiiittt...no thought in the lyrics that they choose to spit...take a seat gotta come up with

on the beat and nobody ever handed me defeat
Lyrics, they never deplete, I get green, like cleats
Please don't test my reach, talk shit, drink bleach
Out for

living all the lyrics they lie about
I ain't on the scene, I'm inside a house
Whippin' white bitches, up in high amounts
Now the plot thickens. Getting

build a house without marteaux
Know my lyrics cool, they inform the bros I stroke
I was such a noob, thinking bababababa
I just watched the news, won

battleaxe's that cattle brand
I don't battlerap as I shadowcast
Attack a pack of cackling jackals to watch them scatter fast!
I got a new girl, who knows how

They're satisfied as they listen to my song on repeat
Chorus is vital, no more lyrics cause they love the beat
But Sun Light, he got that gift, but

to be wrong so my lyrics are hurting they feelings
Just wait till I pop out Givenchy, Amiri, Balenci and Fendi
Nah, nah
They wasn't ready
They thought I

really not wit playing games
So don’t be acting moody
My lyrics hot they give you flames
It feed you like a smoothie
My life is like a movie
You know I get

XXL moves might need a cypher
All these rings on me think that I wifed her
The lyrics they flowing just like a corso
might need some Adderall I'm

on the money run
Don’t play a dummy hun
I know this money 
Got me looking like a honey bun
And you want me in your tummy,  huh?

Yo Son show them how you shine

They know I'm speaking facts so I know sum my lyrics they don't feel em
I'm jus tryna take my ppl out the hood show em sum millions 
Got my pedal