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and spray and talk away and do what I want
Imma talk and flaunt without smoking a blunt
Cause i'm high on life
Cutting up shit
Like you with a knife
Talking

Let me sip take a of this patron 
I cannot babysit 
My dick is so big I don't walk 
Bitch I walk with it 
Don't mind me I'm just talking shit 
Lately

Bitches on my dick they gon bounce to this shit
Pull up to the building with bands on my wrist 
Fuck her best friend then we go hit a lick
Got so

a pin drop these n****s never shot s**t
Swear I’m tired of these new oops I just bought a new chop I ain’t even get to pop it
Aiming at the crowd from

that y’all gon’ fold
(Pray to God that y’all gon’ fold)
This shit, is never gonna change again is it? (is it?)
Business, gotta get down to business

bruise 

Got toughen up 
Don't make a big deal 
Yea the truth hurts 
But that shits real 
For the one time
Go and lose the peel
Gotta be ya self
It's

shit
Doing my shit
Doing my shit
Doing my shit 
You just wanna see me fucked up on the low (yeah yuh yuh Aye)
You just wanna see me fucked up on the low

This that 6am in New York Type of shit
Never thought I'd be here
I was just a young nigga with hoop dreams now
Now we worldwide baby
Living out our

Fuck yo wrist game
Bitch my rent paid
Still ahead of my time like we ain't press play
But when I press play
Let this shit sang
Like I'm Scarface
Let

This that type of shit that make a nigga stay inside 
And this that type of shit that make you wanna stay alive 
Its my time of night and a nigga

need 'em restless
Everything I spit is dope, I just need to sell it
Now, where you at with the shit?
Where you at, Lil' bitch?
Where you at with

Quality Records
Gang, nah I'm kiddin'
Fang Yeah I like that
Fang Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh
See this the type of shit a n***a tryna get you into (Uh)
When I pull

Made a killing
Go
Underground boss
When he calls
All the villains show
Almost gave a shit today
Put that shit away
Fuck all your feelings
I hope your

Ii can't even slip off my pivot
Shit sad can't even trust my own nigga
Ii can't even slip off my pivot, gotta keep it wimme
Shit sad can't trust my

mannered piece of shit yeah
I'm a fuckin' lunatic told that bitch to suck a dick she boutta take a fuckin lick
You hear these rhymes? I'm fuckin' sick
Like

real talk

Okay that shit don't mean shit if you don't put cash on it
Okay that bitch aint mean shit if you aint blow bags on her
Yea we started gettin

into some trouble
But I knew this shit would bubble and we'd pop
I was sleeping on the couch
I got kicked out of the house
Family fighting every night

I got demons that I'm scrappin wit Ive been smoking leaning 
Gave a fuck about this rapping shit get turnt to this tragic shit 
Lost tales

Don't get me started I finish It
Niggas out here shooting innocents 
Niggas out here on dat snake shit 
Niggas out here on dat fake shit 
Me my

And I ain't bout to say that shit again 
Tell me where to begin 
You talking to the man with a plan 
These niggas need to understand 
I'm the one

I just tell it how it is bitch that's How I live 
Boy this shit fr tell that boy he'll Die fr 
Heard a couple niggas dissing 
I keep that glocc fr

like a spider bite
Now I'm in private flights
I spit the poison like cyanide
Shit I'm American idolized
And I see shit for the brighter side

I suppose I

facts boy

Fuck all y'all opinions, yeah the shit just don't concern me 
And i knew that i been trouble ever since my momma birthed me 
But first things

I ain't stressin' bout shit
I ain't sweatin' lil boys I'll take that boy bitch
Big metal with the clip
Make that motha fucka jump Calvin Johnson with