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the morning J Cole was on
She wasn't fucking with it
I don't want to say to much because it can go to far
And by now we should know about each others parts

‘Til I hustled and got me bout 10 bands
On my momma, I told you I quit playing
‘Til I see her again ill inflict pain 
That's what I'm about to do
Got my

bitch

You know we get it lit
I been dripping since jit
Judging by the fit I'm the shit
I'm The type 2 Hit a bitch
And pass her quick
I don't give a fuck

Till the stories go hazy and the legends come through, then do it again. Some things never end
Eleventh Earl of Mar won't be going very far
You Promised,

the snow
That I cast from the palm of my hands 
Counting tha money like I'm stacking the bands 
Ice cold like I'm Sub Zero 
Looking around you see no hero

Guess I'm lost again
I've been gone so long I don't remember when
When I had to leave it all behind
My fortune to the wind
Resurrect my mind
On my

fast 
I come in first i do not come i last 
All by my lonely i chill with my bands 
Jackson and franklin they all be my friends 
I take the risk
I make

im somewhere in Montana
Chillin wit a bad bitch and her name is Hannah 

Ay
Oh i think i really need bands
Eat the booty, call it feed-back
Tell your

ain't never cap talk put it on the dead fam
Get the fuck out the way you fucking up the plan
My dawg gon do whatever that he need to just to catch a band

Eh fuck you
All you maggots do is be on that other shit
Put that shit to your fucking self

Just like Bill & Ted, man I'm falling again
I followed

Now you'll find him at the
Pub nearly every single night
And when you least expect it
He'll break into a fight
By day a perfect gentleman that
We all

my zone leave me alone feel like I'm surrounded by opposition
Where your homie at you all at it again I switch that nigga for a loaded pistol
I ain't

i made it from the trenches keep a 40 in my pants
blue lights started flashin thinkin damn i gotta run again


sippin on the purple drank got my

it's like 1am
20 minutes later, phone ring, do that shit again
I know I'm the man, no you not, then I up a 10
Baby I'm a gritter, I be trapping, I ain't

Verse 1. Yea I’m back on my shit again yea i’m back stuck in my ways and I can’t fuck little mama if she ain’t pay she has to call bro to get it

double up
Sum special how I'm cooking
It's ah one of one
My notebook
Full of dummy missions
I wrote more to get by
Give mo than I'm getting
I'm fucked up

just because they a fan
In the hood this makes it difficult to support your favorite band
I'm perplexed that my complexion effects the way that we jam

that shit
Then go to bed
Wake up 2 days later
Dehydrated
Do that shit again
Here I stand
Broken glass in my hand
I been fucking with the flanges
Red

the mall with a couple a bands
And all the girlies wanna love me but don’t want the romance yeah!
They tell me
Come hit a lick and Ima do it again, put

leave my nigga down bad
Cause I got grace
Hope I end it with a ace
Telling time by the pace
Shining diamonds pass the safe
Pass the blunt bout to face

it
So what do I fix first?
I'm making these hits first
And taking a hit last
Feeling myself first
And falling for her last
Living it comes first

I just wanna fuck ain't  gotta leave yo man
She made it disappear and I ain't see no hands
She got her own bag, ain't have to spend no bands
But I

the wind
And there's one, by God, aviso that will never flash again!
Weeping red tears from a third eye that the guilty cannot feel
From the Springfield

Get Silly

V.I.C.

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but I'm wildin' out clubbin'
Watchin' everybody jockin' while I'm poppin' somethin' bubbly

Poppin' somethin' bubbly
I'm tryna do it big
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