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you kiss her neck
Brew a cup of coffee in the morning
Have it waiting by the bed when she waking up yawning don't need a reason why
Cause even when she

word you can feel it in the cadence
Bet I got herb, you can through the fragrance
You smell what the rock is cookin'
Niggas tryna get by but the cops is

Caused by backstabbing by old friends cashing past favors 
Shoulda' known how that'd go...

My Moët boys out in UK would have told you first 
You don

carried away
And sometimes we get carried away
To a place where we die for our street
Or we die by police
Mamas watching us get carried away
We don't even

liquor in this cup boy like loose change
How can I be famous & socially awkward
Used to have them hoes running homie just like clockwork 
Uh ya hope my

don't
Want to be near you
Don't want your snippets hate your
Album or your headshots
It's ED OG in the black-fitted Red Sox
Thuggin' the streets but you

You can reach into your pocket
While I reach into my mind
Clarity is so divine
We just single the design
The physical we inherit
By visions on TV

you man?
What's up with you man?
Man I'm doin' good

Dropped a freestyle and an album boy I'm back a fat nigga runnin' laps around
Other rappers might

a pretty boy winter, Swamp stallion
Trot through, I need about 10 thousand
Swamp, calm the fuck down, boy you wildin
I made this album drinkin by the gallon

Little tea cups with pictures on them
Those album colors and gold hearts on my skin
Street signs with something like your name printed on them

mathematics breaking up these O's
Cop the album fucc a po (loud)
My energy talk I don't speak (speak)
I Diddy the beat
Addicted to breesh
I could never put dicc

cups to fill
I mean if I don't do it there's no one else who will
Write a verse like a verse of the Holy Scripture
Haven't cursed whole album, this

a lane 
In the whole i operate 
In the cup 
I Leveled up 
Rolled a doobie at my lunch 
What the fuck 
Plotting up 
Don Kenobi's coming up

Satisfaction be

BX, We next, we next, we next, nigga

You heard my album, nigga? That shit is raw
Bitches grab them all, they rip and lick the packaging off
Throw that

I'm living life now I'm top tier
Took a long time niggas had to open up
No more long nights I don't shed a tear
Really in the field you know how it feel

everything’s a lie 
Don’t let the truth pass you by 
Even I’m an abuser 
I made this damn album on a computer 
But when you see it later 
It’ll be like two

this
Long before Easy-E, this MC, he was ruthless
Kickin' rhyme, spittin' 'rhyme, freestyle, I do's this 
Who's this? You don't know me, homie, I'm

Bright lights behind us
Thinking of all my friends who watched by as I sinned
I don't think I'll ever win
But if I do, tell me,
Where the hell have you

a lot for us to do now
I'm whipping in my momma's
White Lexus Convertible
Stunt on you haters
Ain't nothing personal
The heated seats and the cup holders

copping it in cases of twelve
I shoot my shot at a bad bitch and pick up my shells
We do our thing but don't kiss and tell, no paper trail
I keeps it

album
I'm euphoric, I just come alive, that's the outcome

Natural born, sinner born, famous, what's the value
Wasn't no one with me in the jet but I'm

,pouring shots of Don, I ride ignant
A nigga at his best and I'm all about six digits, now go figure
Betting out Pimlico, I feel like Vito. The godfather

the presence of mine enemies
Thou anointest my head with oil my cup runneth over
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life
And I will

don't know bruh I can't remember everything
Anyways remember that one time we trolled Adam?
Made a swimming pool in our ship?!
Oh yeah!
And then I came