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and I ain't touching insulin Getting gas every few days because I burn it quick Every time I play the album use a lot of glycerin Bitch I come back for
When they know atop the food chains I could spot biters for acres? Now be gracious These minstrels turn a bully cycle civil By dissolving the candy
Smokin' Backwoods and moving bags I was getting protected by my savages Yellow school buses that's a Xany Causing me to sleep and I ain't plan it (yee
17, we ain't playin', ay 15 car garage, ay Shit still ain't enough, ay Bank account got the most, ay I saved bread from the start, ay Show money
calm the album will be out soon Expectations so high so we sent them to the moon Cheaper by the dozen I get paid to press a button I make hunnits every
been a ride Never imagined this day would come that I'd say goodbye Cause my life used to move by so slow but now I end up flying Through the PHS parking
clean Wipe wipe the slate clean Imma wipe the slate clean Wipe wipe the slate clean Two clever by a half nigga listen to me clean (Verse One)
now Looking for the truth? You found a nigga Thought I was a one hit wonder 'til I dropped the album, didn't it? Thought I was just like you 'til I
Feels like I'm stuck inside a maze But there's no dead ends just graves I come from dead ends surrounded by graves Some of those graves are my mates
spent the bread on golf Yea my pen is independent but it's better off Gotta make another album cause I set it off One bad decision can mess up your life
niggas don't know what's About to happen i'ma stunt on everybody Everybody only knows me as a rapper I'm not just anybody Only 2012 and I'm in it by myself
wait Some little niggas we was runnin' from Jake's While makin' plates, I'm gettin' bread still You niggas runnin' in place, I'm tryna treadmills
down to play with my children Now I got bands, I'm playin' with millions But, I can't lie and say, "I don't miss you" Knowin' the I'm Him album
millis and hundreds of this bread I can have thee whole Highbridge coming for his head Top floor, Glock's stocked in the top drawer by the 38 Bound
Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties Some days I just don't feel it (don't feel it) Some days I want my days to pass right by and change my
a water bed Screamin' fuck the board of ed, too busy chasin' corner bread Bathroom baggin' up for an hour long To play it off, man I had to turn
a hunnid heads Made 20 thousand off top That's a butter spread Then get the baking man dropped how Much I love the bread You know my youngin caught a opp You
guys We gon pour up a four in this Fanta Respect a black man on a mission From New York to LA we crippin' Let em reflect on the album The waiter
fuck Hope you get hit by a Mack truck And don't come around forty and front and get tapped up Cracked up, can't wait till this album is wrapped up
accepted by reality but shit ain't feeling naturally I naturally See that I am actually Not another nigga but a man who gonna gradually Master thee
Swimming pool I love making swimming pools Whether it's on an enemy ship or ours It is always cool You're a fool If you don't play by the rules Yer
a lit wire That split in the pit Fibers and bzzz you hit By the "Gangsta Boogie" Every ghetto it's the meadow never Settle for your level Kept it real-o
n****s scared (scared) I wanna thank god for blessin' me To hit you wit this recipe Yeah you got more bread than me B**** but I know you scared
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels Write a book full of medicine and generate mills Tour the album
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