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Happy holidays Let me come here and talk to you I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin' (Great John on the beat by
but somehow I got by Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write That Mayweather money
I'ma soldier! Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on Influenced by the dolja Blastin' at the rollers Callin' couple of soldiers
you got a back up plan 'cause that shit might come in handy Started a label, the album is comin' September, just wait on it This year I'm eatin' your
Still with the hopeless, it can be gone by the morning Working like I ain't got it And she ain't coming withdraws when you making deposits I think reality
boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom Ayo (Griselda) Brr brr brr (By Fashion Rebels) Ayo, I don't leave without my pistol warm Drive-bys, I'm
your label kissin ass like a damn sucker Meanwhile, Mag in Virginia in some house shoes, watchin the news Do my album when I'm ready, tell my label
that outlives him Like Malcolm did, we are out of sync And out of time by the sound of things Arms long like Dhalsim is how to win Best murder machine
a corpse across a crowded street And I smoked a cigarette I stole a car with a baby in the seat And I sold it on a bet My life goes by in
Nightfall comes and the crickets scream Deafened by the latest lotto ticket schemes Cement lies and white picket dreams The pain on his face is glistening
hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids So you know, I don't hang around the house much This all-night, money makin' got me outta touch Shit,
a riot If I don't talk about it on my album, they won't buy it Man, fuck that, listen up, quiet They wanna see a black man fall down, uh They wanna see
I trust that everyone is enjoying the music As the title of the album suggests This was meant for your listening pleasure While you are being done
the album dropped White Lexus before I had a deal Ask Bun B about me This ain't no snap back, a nigga been trill By the way, fuck your math You ain't
hundred thou When the nigga, spent then with a smile Stacking numbers that alarm and race White house still moving bricks alarm today I'm that bin
album baby, I came back around By myself this time, back off the wall Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
the house & he brought his man with him I leave rap in a state of shock Where to rock, from the figures still Play the block with my niggas Ill lush,
album baby, I came back around By myself this time, back off the wall Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
from here They started talking over by the rail fence It looked like Papa was getting mad Walked to the house and papa was crying Papa never cried and I
out of time If you wanna be successful then be careful what you get surrounded by I keep going out my mind Trying to beat out the lies But I'm crowded
head keeps pounding Sounding like some voices in it kinda getting crowded Astounded that they kicked me out it I'm controlled by another entity Telling
Listen little man you're not the only one you've had There's a river crowded well with single squatters like yourself And if you think you know just
I oppose the concept of being alone In a crowded house filled with clones Please be quiet and drive me far away Away from the last, away from
You lived by a dream but that dream got shattered/ you tried to move on but your life don't really matter/ cold-hearted you try to cling
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