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Young nigga I ain't here to play games
Young nigga I don't got no time to waste
Young nigga all gas no breaks
Young nigga get that money, young nigga

a Boss I couldn't beat tho
Now I learned the rules to the game, and the Cheat Codes
Cards stacked against you, ain't as fair as it seems
Everybody wanna be

And I ain't ask her
(Ugh)
I'm just tryna fuck
You really tryna bag her
They call me Mr. Bag-a-bitch
But I'm just trying to fuck around
(Aye)
Better hide

Spider tatted on my hand
I ain't never fear no man
I ain't never need no friend
I just need to run these bands up
Rockin' out Santana
I pull up they

just standing my ground
If it ain't working out then why you ain't just leave?
And did what you just did to me
You were out in the city, busy fucking

How you gon end up at his crib tonight?
How you gon look in my eyes and lie?
You told me that guy ain't even your type
You showed me traits that I

This a movement
I'm recruiting
All the bad little hoes I use to fuck with
Got y'all rushing
Quit the fussing
This ain't no, ain't no discussion
(yeah ,

This ain't makin' sense, this ain't makin' sense oh
This ain't makin' sense oh, This ain't makin' sense
In my pockets presidents, dead
Me you and yo

You care now
Or you worry Later
Generosity ain't never do me favors
Despite tha bullshit
I kept that shit player
Thick skin you gon have
To cut

when I shoot like Del Torro
Prep your funeral, I'm already dressed formal
Picture Dorian, I ain't no mere mortal, bitch

The Hang-Man coming
The Hang-Man

the back, big ass and it taste jus like cinnamon
Fuckin in the backseat, spacious minivan
But it ain't no bangbus
24/7, all day ye I'm ready man
Sniffin'

Holding back my flesh, I got mixed feelings
I ain't tryna flex, I don't take compliments
Tryna be the light, but it's so dark in it
I ain't tryna

and you still haven't given me my money
Still

If you ain't talking big money (Pasadena)
If you ain't talking 'bout bags (Pasadena)
You ain't talking

command
Left hands up in this bit
Ye ye
He talking trash
Man them boys they gone fold in the mix
Dallas they ain't legit
That's word to Tim (That's word to)

else but I (I)
Making ideas, I ain't even high (High)
That is when opposites start to collide (Collide)
Try my best to best myself for a while (While)

And around me she be feeling vulnerable (so vulnerable)
My advise, though I can't be that man in yo life, at night
You can call me anytime that he ain't

May Day, red alert, mayday, mayday
Reign Forever ain't safe, not sane
Deranged, blood in our vanes pop
Call for the Docs you ain't messing with

to your morals, my nigga, then we ain't no different
Told you I don't cheat on my bitch, this money is my only mistress
You rap about all them killings,

BITCH I'm the way and the truth and the light
We can go blow for blow I ain't starting no fight
Put the pen to the paper I'm clearing sights
We don't

I be fucked up by myself
In my room, off the blow
I can't feel my face
And I'm moving kind of slow
I tell myself I ain't a junkie
I'm just feeling

Fuck a phony. Troubled thoughts turn into fucking rivals/

It's a riot I ain't quiet i ain't lyin' 
It's a riot I ain't quiet i ain't lyin' 

This is

& I can't even think right now
Baby on the way 
I'm boutta hit the brinks right now
This ain't the bio but 
I'm boutta hit the link right now 
Wide

It started out right
Believe me we were tight
We get through the honeymoon
cnd then we start to fight

I know, I know, when something just ain't

Shorty drop it for me yea I'm on one
she ain't trying to leave here with the wrong one
She pulled up with a henny so I poured one
cnd she made me