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get to the final station 

I don’t wanna mansion, I don’t wanna money, no 
My main goal is to be heard by people, know 
Even though chances would be

:27
I ain’t did shit
Cuz I’m out here doing it
Still getting to it
Nigga move
Who is you 

Can’t say I did shit
Cuz I prolly still do it 
I keep w

everything
Diamond rings
I'm no Superman 
But I wish I was him
On a whim
But that's a rumor man

It's no heat when you see me try
Harder for the bag
You can't

mean nothing 
Know to me she don't mean nothing but she could've been my everything 
Know I been taking drugs can't take a loss 
I did this by myself

I know you coasting mix emotions
How C-Notes keep flooding
Drop sauce by accident
Imagine what I'll do on purpose
I'll hit my mark if spark in dark

stupid fools 
And I'm no saint, I mix my lemon and my gin
But that doesn't mean that I don't take account for my own sin 
And it's a lot to take in, but

absorbed it
So don't blame me for the caution
Cause I ain't trying to get lost, no
I cannot afford it

Nah, this is not my love song
I mix my magic 'til

something on mine uh
Mix all the water with the wine uh
Ask me why I‘m wasting all this time uh
And I’ll say “get the hell out of my life” yeah
What is peace?

alias loves to trend
Mix the henney with the X that’s how we like to blend
 Da baby he a good one I don’t care who I offend
They say I owe them money

everything around me like the Carvel
Amy Winehouse, I'm sippin' cherry in the motel
Sir smoke a lot of opps, half baked, Dave Chapelle
Speedin' to that

6 the doctor 9
No see in a long time
Two months have gone by
Didn't drop some rhymes
But now we're back
Back on the track
There is no lack of rap

buck
If I went you niggas route

Stay true to yourself
That bank account still gon' get figured out
I know that I'ma make it
And I can say that with

Duck

King Tee

IV Life

1995

the funky bumrush
Smoke a lot of herb but I never hit the dust
I can wreck them efx 'cause I ain't got my check, baby
This ain't no punk shakin' shit, I'm

hurting, lifestyle uncertain
Life pass by while I'm passing out the bourbon 
Hatching master plans that will take us further
Real cream rise, can't never be

place
To a good kid in a mad city, no ass-kissing, no asterisks
No KD chips, LeBron James with no stadium
Bonneville with no radio, rocked every show in

my way
Yes so
I stayed up long enough just to pray
Energy
Something you've heard on the radio or your stereo
It might blow up just like Terrio
No cap

gotta taxi search for a limo again
Whatever
You're so ghetto 
your family car says hard as hell in silver on the side

[Kardinal]
Check, yo
You know you

Here's an unwelcome opinion from a nobody
I don't really like what's out now, no, sorry
But a lot of dudes hear it and go copy
And nearly always

by the way we feasting
That uber eats and even charge us
Graduated from the block
Now I am a CEO
Still be hustling a lot
Always gettin to the doe
I

wavy and it pays me
Then you can get up on it (Maybe)
But there's vane in these veins
There's pain in this fame

And it's a lot of bull shit so they can

fucked by man himself
But there's some of those who are oh so silly one might say
The ones in the king's hand made armor fit only for themselves
Storming

to say a fair few relate 
cnd if you don't
Well don't worry I'll widen your mind 
To understand these peoples struggles 
Mixed with my own
That I've

this
The way I'm dropping bars, it's no surprise, they losing service
Rappers stretching the truth, saying they got lots of goyards
It ain't a reach

talk if she for me
I can look at how she walk if she a freak
Rappers sound like they cant get no singles outta me
Come on strong I told her gone and keep