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Don't want the glam if it cost us our liberty
You could get canceled if you do not cooperate
Fucked by a label and they did not lubricate
Rather stay me

the sour help me grieve
I ain't never trusting shit cause in the end they always leave
I was born all by myself so ain't no one gone follow me
IPut my

by our creator
All hail the great ape what the fucks on my paper
Don’t we all know that we’re atoms in a shaker
Attacking something with different

You're quite surprised by her kindness as she offers you the tower
Among the beauty disguised as garbage, she's the lady of the flowers
And she'll

me
I got sour i got runtiez we i got sherbert by the tree
This a blow out wit these poles out we be Smokin oops for free
New year but the same rules

spending money on bitches
If they only give you puppy dog kisses
Never look a woman by her thickness whooh (Hey)
On a soft heart be her witness (Hey)
Lovely

the summers we were fuckin broke
And for the winters I need bags and the furry coats
What I'm tryna say I need the paper over load
House by the coast
Bitches in

fucken homies
Surrounded by the bakers
And booty shakers, I'll see you later
I like to fucken lift off
I like to disappear
Leave a souvenir for your ears

writing these songs
Till the ink dry and my pain gone
Till the ink die and the day gone
Man I swing high but I aim wrong
Days go by man they take long

into burning through these dope papers, pages of the wrote name of
Christ the illest, Word of God, Bible's prophesied Messiah
Holy Ghost fire, kill it

of God and your father are right by your side
Thinking back to them times thoughts of suicide
How would momma feel if you actually took yo life?
Never met

dey cashOut one by one
Efficiency matters a lot, make person no go take your spot
Na the fear but the sky is big enough
As I dey galaba galaba waka
My

song and impress ya
You paying niggas for cosigns
I never signed nothing but court papers dropped after effort
Now listen do better my family straight

pack it
Ina 911 no emergency
Bitch wanna fuck never heard of me
Yea she heard my last song
I would never fade away some niggas won't last long
They gon

I see is red boy
They hanging on by a thread boy
For this paper ima boutta shred niggas
On my baby remember when I fed niggas
They shitted on me like

a hater
Im chasing the bag
Tryna make some paper
Dc if you leave my life
Youll be wanting my back
No second chances
So see you later

My bars are so hard

taking that
Watch the paper stack
Can't ever take a nap
This ones for the people
Praying in the steeple
Gods bigger than the beatles
Flow sicker than

the meaning of hip hop
A nigga keeping it fresh call him Ziploc
A nigga need a new challenge tic toc
A nigga ballin for that paper Chris bosh
No chin I check

rondo i need me some paper
I'm ah get money no time for a hater!

But back to the pain shit
I was scarred from the start from my main bitch
And these

the people
They are the ten
You are the paper
And I am the pen

Stuck inside riddled with thoughts, that control my life, I call that trauma
If I speak my mind

back
What I need for a feature damn near need a smooth rack
I can get this paper alone you can move back
I ain't been home in about a week I might move

our motives but we paper crazy
A wise man said to mind the businesses that pay me (What else?)
And ever since a nigga bag getting bigger
Circle is

heard his voice
You told me not to give up, I don't really have a choice
On my knees praying, please don't pass me by
Can't seem to find joy, please don't

Steady stacking paper
Feeling like a laker
Step back, fade, and I'll make her
Trying to get my name on the map
Cutting in line
Got no time to wait for