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You gone take them five? Or you gone take them to the trial?
And go get denied?
By that probation and you just got, caught with that fry
That
did did that
This is Ghostface Bakery, ya'll ain't cake to me
Pushin' cocaine, Whitehorse in the city
Over Pun and Pac, I cried over Biggie
Spazzed
Mozart
Just stand, say you're mad damn, why him?
Z-oh-one Tonka, five-sixty Benz
I'm sick and mad deep no shorts and no sleep
I'm bugged like
of appreciation
For me helping niggas than the
Pleasure is all mine, you're welcome nigga
Now you from Queens right?
So why you ain't stay over there
And get it
tell?
Whole team turning 30 like that album by Adele
Its 90Sitcom like fresh prince or saved by the bell
Them streams don't count if you just playing em
And From Spain Back Out To Texas
This Albums For My Fans But Yo This Hook Is For Me Ex's
[Chorus: Trey]
This One Is For You Girl
You Know Who You Are Girl
offended by this, but that's the market y'all missed
That's the target I'll hit
And that's the heart of my pitch
I wanna do this whole thing different
What
like
Put the mic down nigga
Aye
Another album in the mix
I'm bout to have them looking sick
Established underground rapper
Still will go platinum in this
and no looking back for us
We got love show love that's love
Say the all you're all that l need to get by
All I need to get by oh oh oh oh
Yeah
I got
that prey on Dwight Howard and Shaquille
Not them throwback rats they be on showin' on college hill
For real, I think my first album sold five mil'
Just hit my line
When you wanna slide
We both catch a vibe
Just hit me when you wanna come and see me
So hit my line
Be ready by five
I'll be outside
a right and then a left
Over there by Safeway and when ya get there page me
Punch in how much you want to spend
Separate the 20's from the 1's
a right and then a left
Over there by Safeway and when ya get there page me
Punch in how much you want to spend
Separate the 20's from the 1's
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
family
If I get a caught up on cameras i'm making a statement to all my endeavors
Won't leave the yard till the album is done, only way that i'm leaving my
Stone cold killer rockin' Gucci
New Jack City servin' Pooky (what?)
Ridin' in a Vert' with a Uzi (skrrt)
Four, five, six, nigga, double up (hold on)
now)
Started with a dollar and a dream!
I was fathered by the bastards
Pardon my mannerisms
The Curtiss magnet that managed without the metal with him
When you go through other albums, you're sure to say
"Goddamn, they all seem to sound alike!"
Till you hear the crew standin' over in the light
as fakes,
For those who stuck by me over time I put yours over mine,
Don't have to speak your names you know my mind,
In this simple game of respect it's
a L, You takin' a L
The fake will expire, The real will prevail
Real recognize and you don't look famil-
If we don't know you we not finna chill
I don't
I swea I hate being sober
For problems I smoke doja
U changed up on me
But that's yo L Bitch I told ya
Get wit it or rolled over
Dem bullets hot
Rock solid over here, no question
Duncan owed 5 dollars and he stretched him (damn)
Over a nickel rock
Paid mama's light bill with them nickel rocks
a mistery behind it all that'll turn the whole love on swirl
Over and over and over
Bend over look what i found
Four leaf clovers up in the ground,
I couldn't
punching your hand
No 360 deals I'm not nathanial goddamn
Not trynna be saved by a fucking hashtag
This beat hard but don't abuse it
Let's get stupid
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