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from me
Put him with his dead homies just to keep him company
She fainted at his funeral his momma ain't gone play with me
I feel like a scout when I

I've been building walls, hanging up the phone when she calls
If she leaves a message I delete it by tomorrow
I cannot be bothered listening to y'all

the life I wanted, picked up the pen and then wrote
While they was firin', you could hear sirens
From people dialin' and women cryin' in the phone
I was

motherfucker
Inspired by others like this
Hella unrighteous but I'm human
And god don't mind this Ha
Im speaking blasphemous thoughts
I hope they hear me
Im

Went as far as numbers on the phone ready to take that call
But when it comes down to it, I guess it's not for us all
So it's God for us all
The late

to make the money
Call a bitch on the phone
Bring that ass to my crib
I'll be spanking it hard
Say my name as you moan yeah yeah
Yeah I swear to God I'm gon

young but I won't ever sell my soul
I remember them nights, I could call you on that phone
And you just make the pain disappear like it was a magic show
I

We are different I do not relate (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
We are so different like Fire and Ice
My niggas balling out Jerry Rice
Dare you to call me out

Bitch call my phone that shit light up like a flashlight
Boutta go somewhere she keep telling me
To act right pack light cuz we move in secret
Like

sweating Henny
Left with Jenny, gave me deep throat, I gave her Ben & Jerry's
Catch me in the burbs, I'm just swerving through the lanes (mm)
Got it

this shit off, though
Look

The money speakin' for itself, I call it fortune-tell
Fire top from a bitch that work in corporate sales
Chinchilla

Jordan's on my feet

Gotta stay down down down
Till you come up
Stay Low Keep Firing

That sh*t came straight from the muggy mug
Just were the thugs gone pop

your audience is bitches
And white boys mostly, niggas know a verse from Cole
Be like a signed Michael Jordan rookie card in mint condition

44 on me call me Jerry west
She gon suck it good knows she do the best know I'm from the hood I never stress
Nigga wanna try me out him down for less

It’s cold outside keep your heat yeah
Codeine giving me dreams yeah
Boy from this planet I’m from outer space
I’m off the Molly I geek yeah
High, I’m

that reigns, of being a number
These influences that I'm under
These phone bills that I run up
From the Netherlands to downtown Japan
To Australia

comfort me
Chill by myself
I just don't want the company
I trap by my lonely
I ain't got homies
Nobody knows me
Keep that thing on me
I ain't got homies

nigga
Straight to the money, I don't
Talk on the phone, nigga
I'm on the corner like Jordan in the zone
Nigga stacking everythang cause I'm tryna
Buy me

hand
Just holding hands we ain't do shit
But your new boyfriend he a nuisance
When I hit ya phone see he got you on that new shit
Drive from Loyola

of night
Careful I promise you there's a site
You can get your face booked and they don't care about shares and likes (Jail n****)
From that Eastside,

Tales of the Funky

Digital Underground

Sons of the P

1991

God for Parliament
Everybody funky knows that they was heaven sent
There's Michael Hampton at one end of the stage
Banging out Maggot Brain with Eddie

of that 
My phone got plays like a quarterback 
Got niggas coming home from 20 
Taking bout getting they corners back 
Hit the bitch never call her back

through it
Pressure around my neck, that shit feel tighter than the nuice
Don't get respect from where I'm at, you trying to quit or call a truce
Get that

your own Jordan's
You don't know if in his head he wish he was aborted
Love all your flawless ways
Turn from your dark and your criminal ways
Not ashamed