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Been out of air too long
Voice in my head makes me sing two songs
Play it all back 'till I see who's wrong
I think of the times
That I thought that I

boundaries
His peace you can't begin to understand
That's why the mention of his name
It invokes worship
And makes us declare
That he
Is worthy
To be praised

Oh oh y'all ain't like that
He was black too probably stood six two
With bad credit
I think he had golds in his mouth
The second coming of Hip-Hop

the Hills cuz I got it out the mud
Been blessed off rip I ain't gotta do much
Since 18 I stood on my own twos
Tween you and me you know who I gotta choose

smoke threat directed towards me
I'm on cigar, y'all equate to the size of a cigarette, meaning even with all the hate stocked
You still don't have

could you ever know
;2nd chorus;
why am I so short of your attention
having this discussiom downtown
no obligation, it's a real hard emotion
now that your

I've done this shit all by myself
Since after all this is my world
And I just let you pussies roam
Like you could take this down the road
You see yung

with family, society demanding
Why must you walk alone?
A queen in your iron frame throne
You laugh at how fate had you answer the phone
And less than 2

ass is a real work of art
Wait doesn't your hair still have a part
You are my dog bitch you go arf
Damn why is your girl packing all of these yams
I

work out 
Pt bands 
No personal trainer
Got firm hits 
Like a punching bag 

By the seaside
Bench press weight
4 da dough let it blow 
Like I've pushed

My apologies if I've rubbed you the wrong way
Lifes been tough I don't mean to project
Sometimes it's just how the ball rolls
Everybody everybody

followers not
By ya side
All the time, That shit cap
It's more like
Mo-cap'n, moving and watching
No lacking, I'm doing
What Smoove do
Leveling up
Is

for the clock
You can read
How you still doing crime on the block?
can’t see
How you still put your hand under rocks?
Can’t breathe
Like it’s all fun

so broke or out of hope, 2009, now
Not a dollar to my name, 2 jobs on the minimum wage
It's okay to be a slave, as long as we escape
I mean, most

my antidote
Nothing irrational 

My shit is all taxable 
All legit capital
Big rings I'm masterful

Y'all niggas doing it wrong 
Beating my chest like

gone mad Everything’s got blurred You should be here
Tell you’ll be by my side
Chorus
Staring at the ceiling
When my body won’t move
When the rain still

by day
Doing everything it takes
Until something break
This be the day in the life of a hustler
Nobody can touch us
Nobody above us
This be the day in

little Ari a diva
She wanna link, well Ari not doing no meet ups
I skrt out the lot, I'm whipping two seater
Should I got cop the Mase' or hop in a Beamer

Lord knows I ain't perfect
Still being perfected by His Grace
Picked up some of that good stuff
You know that mustard seed faith
yea
He's still

the sand
She got the slurping me like she a tramp, I knocked that pussy out feel like a champ
I thought I told you I’m over yo ass, so why in the hell you

it I’ll shoot you like James bond and the goldeneye, I’m the international spy, I can’t lie I may fail but I always retry, if you think differently I

coming (Come on)

Like he summoned 

Your nigga keep begging me to let him punt it (Ha)

Got em flocking by the dozens 

I got it jumping?

BLOCK JUMPING

when i dont know why
in you i confide
ko slalu by my side
my pray is on my ride yeah yeahh

Everytime when im fall asleep
Demon still hunting me
But i

parents
The two you gave me
Were never coherent
Felt that you hated
The day of my birth
Why was I chose
To grow from the dirt
My biggest excuse
Blame it