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Okay, this is Sam
We want to hear a recap of this weekend
Like a play-by-play song of this project

What a crazy weekend, ain't gon' lie
Ain't got

Tell a fuck nigga what I'm on bro
Down here recording by myself
Stuck in my ways
I can't wait till brighter days
For the money I'm a slave
Got me

out of focus
And all this effort going be worth it, if it go unnoticed
I got this song right here so I'm to never going to be misquoted
I got my efforts

her bitch I gotta Hustle
Alexandra nigga every corner it's a dice game
You won't make it out if you come by wearing ice chain
Junkies pushing trollies

It's the tattoos of my mom
Fresh OG, kush in the bun

Fight to high life, she the one
Maybe she gon' have my son
Fuck her one time, not in song
Her body

worried bout them
Niggas only hate when the paper slim
Niggas might slide try to tapper him
So I keep a metro dog like invader zim
Ask a nigga bout

looking for me now
They want to place there guard
Gotta talk slow just
To make them fucking understand
Like an uzi drive
By had to do it really fast
George

talkin' cash end discussion Only converse by the paper
Miss that Ho, that's prolly, word to Lucki,
In my bag get in feelings later
In my bag, gettin'

a problem with that
Have a word and take it to the bus

The song got stuck inside my pen
And the paper lost its mind again
But if it ever makes it to the tape

It's impressive
They let me perfect it, then came and collected
Now they tryna tell me stay calm and collective
Raised by the gangstas, you better

of Jamaica
Stackin' my lettuce , it's lookin' like paper
Feelin' like Bron , cause my Glock is a Laker
I get it, I get it, I get it, I'm gone I'm not by myself

a number one
I'ma talk shit till the song is done
Fuck her then dip, that's a hit and run
Broke her back in now I'm having fun
Smoking my packs and play with

Real lost, make that shit right back, they still ain't fuckin' with me
I'm a real member, they know how it is, they won't say nothin' to me
Riding by

Huh
Back by demand I just be breathin' and mindin' my business and bitches be mad
Stuck in the past I be on go with this shit so they sayin' I'm

chase

Fuck nigga to get in the way, get plate
I don't wanna put him in my songs opp diss us, he get erased
I'm by myself when I'm cornered, I'm bendin

chain my a paper you reach i blank
Put his ass up like a exponent (Haa)
May not can fix my problems but this red can (This red can)
Your homeby tell

an catch a vibe
Hits are all that I provide
Making songs to stay alive
Buckle down and take this ride
Living life without a line
Money power passion pushing

got paid and I ain't scared
What about the ones who wish you dead

They need more paper on my head
What bout the things that you been seein'
I don't

Nobody worry 'bout nothin'
Nobody worry 'bout nothin'
Gotta get down
On the paper and taper
Have to make my time mean somethin'
Bumpin' troublin'
Nobody

On and on and on
Yeah these days just go
These days just go
On and on and on
So who here wanna
Come on over hit my bong
And listen to a song
Who here wanna
Go get smarter

Better run run run run run
Oh oh oh
You better run

Stacking up on that clement isong
Then burn it up just to promote a song
Money trees don't grow where I

the paper we rollin up
I finished and she smiled coz I gave that bitch the golden nut
I got swisse bank accounts feelin like I'm 21
My name is a brand by

a secret lullaby

You watched us grow from ten centimetres to a hundred
And a little bit more
Every year that flew by like an aeroplane
Much faster than

much paper fucking up my thumbs
Hell yeah I made 20 off that one song and I'm still 15
I'm gettin sick of all you niggas I been turnin green
Oh yeah I'm