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cluster, bumba clot buster
Tusk of ivory, black market hustler
Has got a feeling he's accused so wrongly
It was probably you're girl who had put you on me

know we moving miles
Tattered on my wrist
It's more than just a style
I'm living by the truth
I don't listen to their mouths
Buckle up
It's about to go

out
Always in our lane and we mapped it out 
Adding tracks on a CD call it helping out
My own ideas never selling out

Dropped this album now

so close to fear
I know i've been a fool 
I know you kept your cool 
I know that everyday im praying just the same and I cant Prove no

That im sorry

yeah I got the cheat codes
Yeah Yeah I got the cheat codes
When its me you know its beast mode (Beast mode)
(Yeah) Me and my amigo’s
Got your girl

Yo
Thanks for rocking with me everybody
Making this album was incredible
And it means a whole hell of a lot
Only one thing is this world means more

trying to breathe
I speak with fiery speech
I am besieged by liars
Trying to be what I am
But I am unique
Maybe it's finally time that I leave
And find

let's hop on dis plane
Ditch yo ex dude you don't need to explain
We on fire more so than that one girl (Fyeee)
Take your casetinas off kno you tired
Face

her bounce house
We were bouncing around, and we had no doubts
Going all around like a trampoline
Yeah we know how to make a scene

I came up to your

Darling)
Yeah, uh, guess who's back
Your superman's home
And he here to lay track
I keep on wax when I split my heart in half
To share with who? my muse she

on me
Ba-e-by
That's what yo girl call me
You wanna fight? Count on me
You wanna die? Count till three

Baby I cant fix my ass
I wanna b-b-bounce
Hurry up

with blood
Man, right through the bush (right through that)
I swear it knows each and every of my habits
It sees my dick more often than my girl, she's

sick as hell I pray we don't heal
Flow deadly sickle cell sharp as sickles on the shelf
Niggas know this a'int really album mode 
And niggas know I don't

car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been

now
Hope my next album change my lifestyle
Just tryna make a couple dollars
Move a couple units take a trip to the Bahamas
So make a move baby
This is

nigga you envy?
Pockets so swollen your pockets look empty
Man it's all love cuz lil nigga we friendly
Nigga you family just stop with the say shit
If I

getting lit
Take a sip
Take a pic
Take a hit
Bite my lip
Grab your hip
I don't dip
I don't sit cause you going to sit
No complaints cause I don't bitch
No

cuffed a bag without a single show
I know some people left me on the road
They switched up for a deal but they never really blow
BIG names on your albums

date
Something wrong with the clown when I play by the bass
When iam pounding the girl, she might never again haa
In a matter of fact I say what are we

Listened to your album ain't impressed
Fuck em all i leave em pressed
I"m a Jedi while you bitches younglings in the temple
yo

of all of your time
I hope when you're reading this
You catch a positive feeling inside
Dear Lady Life, hey it's me again
We had our ups and downs
No one

for the hell of it
Don't want your girl
I ain't no jealous bitch
No diamonds or pearls
But I be sellin it
Shit is so average
I'm telling it
We got

poor, now got racks to the floor and an album if i ever drop that (uhhhhhh)
nigga talking out lip he don't how represent
100 something shooters treat

You comfy really what you tryna say
Cut them off I ain't tryna stay
My girl independent that is A ok
Know my price buy at full cost
Your music trash