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gon' come and go
These bitches gon' come and go
Talkin' out ya mind, I ain't got time, I ain't got time, I been on my grind

Got damn girl you know you

been done come for the gun
For the ones who bump they gums who the one
Said a nigga wasn't gonna make another record
Said I was wack and washed up, done

I’ve been stalking
Keeping tabs
Scrolling down my feed to see
What are you up to? 
Are you well?
Have you lost some weight since we last met?

days
We're goin' drinkin' in Boston
Who's gonna take us home?
Well I don't care as long as I aint alone

So I started a tab and got a glass
In walked

an OG
Shit could get fucked up, shit been fucked up, had to get it by my lonely, lowkey yeah
Who's tough?
Sounding like you been talkin' too much
Put 'em

talkin' to them hoes, and I'm aware about it
Oh yeah
Say my piece and I got nothing left to say about it
Oh yeah

Niggas talk behind my back, I'm aware

I'm talkin' slick with a big dick
Food stamp recipient in a big Benz
We in the party and we 40 deep
80 bitches wanna fuck these 40 Gs
Nigga bottle tab

in the store
Gotta know who she is i aint baggin a whore
Tryna ball like im russ when he rockin the four
I been saying im top 5 but im like top 3
She

('cause no one told me)
Deontay Wilder lost his first fight
He got beat up by Tyson, I ain't talkin' 'bout Mike
Oh, the Tyson that he got beat up by was

my chest out
And my life been lookin' good, but I been stressed out
For them niggas who talkin' big, you know they chests out
Why the fuck you buy

And we off of that 2 in a fast whip
What the fuck going on?
Know we got something on cause the tab thick
And I been on the court with my hands on the ball

Dead by tomorrow
Pull up and hop out like who said what?

Pull up and hop out like who said what?
Forty on my hip right by my gut
Put some money

from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams

blessed, yea

Don’t get caught up in your thoughts
But that’s only for the dead walking
Who the hell 
Did you think you talkin to?

Wickedly stricken
I’m

right back tryna make a movie

Chupa lapa nocha, ooh, baby
We always on that who's that
Who's that, who's that, who's that?
We talkin' about that who's

already

They told you your whole career I'd come home and kill you, right? Ha-ha!
I told you I wasn't talkin' about your dumb ass
It looks stupid, you

settled the tab but you said one more drink

I think you're gettin' to me yeah I'm losing my mind
I've been here a couple hundred times
You got me thinkin'

at (Racks)
One fifty a mile in the dash at
We talkin' the slang in the rap map
We come in and get it
Slap on 'em niggas who's 'raris are tinted
Shop

needs (Jesus, Lord)

Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel

Tired of just getting by
Way I'm living, I been this whole life, oh
Wake through the night
The way I balance out the lows
Hope I don't die, I'm

Blown Away

Bizzy Bone

The Midwest Cowboy

and then Puffy made my money sweep
Forty thousand, five thousand for a pound of yo' sticky
And I'm talkin purple haze back in '94, just stuff it in that sock

24/7 I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
24/7 I've been working overtime

on a city you ain't been in yet? (Huh?)
You and y'all lil' niggas still lame, I stand by that
They call me Diizii, but not 'cause they think I spun on some'

again
I've been seein' the globe, I've been talkin' to God
And askin' to forgive my sins
I could've been in the streets and kept with the trappin
But that