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I want in life ain't really panning out
That's when my little man announced, "daddy play LilAce"
I'm like wow, then a big smile popped up on my face

die here
I don't have to try here
Can I get my two sugars please?
Jesus made an album
I'm still waiting in the line for cream
She dream in

Drag her around
When we walk in the park
Sleeps on our bed so we're never apart
She knows she'll always have a place in our hearts
Cause
She wakes us up

strings ima let yo ass have it
Designer jeans matching my jacket
I stepped on a couple n***** in some maxes
Now ima sitting back, maxing and relaxing yeah
I

of these strings ima let yo ass have it
Designer jeans matching my jacket
I stepped on a couple n***** in some maxes
Now I'm sitting back, maxing

motherfuckin' money when it's physical
Talkin' out your neck gon' get you checked by how we spinning you
No pressure what we did to you

Let me calm down in this

feelings when you know we was just F-ing
He hyperventilating so I told his ass to breathe
Wait, I know I got em sick just by the way that nigga sneeze
Not

some rhymes
I'll stall you an album
Big baller all smiles
I'm movin I travel
No hackin no foul
You pussy you cattle

She like my dirty worm John an Kate

I'll be here until it's my
Moment to face the truth
I volunteered to be your shield
But I wasn't strong enough
Shattered on impact by those
Visions you

guarded by titans.  
Flying down I-75 to give you some time and a heart, while I hope I mean something, 
I get to your door with a smile on my face 
Just

Better Things

Wrekonize

The War Within

2013

to seem major
Work on your album young Wrek
Shelved before I wrapped what the fuck could I expect
I took it with a smile I'll be in the waiting room

by storm
And got all kinds of people buying our album
You ain't gon' quit now you gotta think this through
I got ya back for real son now stop acting

box
Y'all ain't bout that shit you speak about, you just tweet a lot

Smokin' on your album, puff puff, I'm a rasta
This ain't even pressure, you ain't