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by the weight
I don't know
I know I'm great
All I ever contemplate
Place some blame on my friends
They the ones that give me faith
Really none of yo

playin'
Bridge with our wives
We'll just stop by them and
Sing them this song
I bet they'll be awfully surprised
I don't doubt it

Hey, we're out of money,

Last Call

Logic

YSIV

2018

"Uncle Bob, where you at?
Yeah I know your pockets fat but I don't give a fuck 'bout that
I'm glad we family" (uh)
We a half breed family, yeah, yeah,

/ it's seems am cultivated by the  blessing's I confess/ well after all this stressing keep  yah essence in the power in the people we address /don't

a fair warning
Don't u blow it
Blame it on the grind
Running outta time
Money on mind
I'm cruising no Tom
That's all been on Ma mind
I'll make it here

Yeah

Allegedly, they figured out that I'm the secret recipe
The baddest hoes gon' test the E, then blame the high for wantin' sex
I never wanted

I'm up in the night, high
Tom catching all the cruise
Niggas on smoke, maybe later be on booze
Y'all don't understand, nigga I got shit to lose
Touch

Take 'em by the pound
Maybe I slap big, bot-tom 'round
But if not, sit tight
I just might hound you down
Things that make you go "M-m-m-mm"
Taste

been one to say I'm getting Screwed
We gon have to Bust a move
Did what I had too now I'm rocking all New shoes
I'm an asshole off the booze
Going nutty

getting real naughty
Am getting high no Bob Marley that’s real gnarly
Ha Iceberg am straight like 6 O’clock
Shawty said that she really don’t drink a lot

the message will
Make you feel better
They're reading the letters
There's Bob and there's Larry
They work well together
They get kinda meta
They're kind

something's wrong please)
Somebody give me a sedative  (Don't put the blame on me)
Blame a relative  (His fault that he made me this way)

All along I'm alarmed

Sickkaluffa

3X Krazy

Stackin Chips

1997

quicka
5 on the back of my ride, think I'm high ,checkin my plates and sticka
but if they don't ride paasss me
Lil voice in my head sayin hit the gas G,

back down
You dont wanna make me fcuking drown
But if thinks Im the one to blame,
Ill swing you round the room with my goldie lookin' chain

Safe

and lunge it 
The truth is pain so they numb it 
Can't let that honesty come in
Day by day say I'm gonna quit 
If I don't just write a hit
My ex say I'm not

Yeah, what bitch
FON language, Otaku Underworld shit
Anime god in this bitch co-signed by the Chrisser
One Piece
If I ever fell off
I'd come back

Chuckwick

Bushwick Bill

Little Big Man

1992

Bill ain't a sucka
Part one tripped y'all out part two is a motherfucker
Gimme some bob and I'll start by killing me
I'm dead so pass the bob G

tunnel by night
to places of safety

We'll make a video call
when ceilings are falling
Paris still in India
Narendra fixed it for me

All alone, we have

around and just complain 
cll the booze, all the cars, there goes the train
There's always a lesson to learn don't suffer in vein 

cll the wounds, all

All the girls be drooling
Don’t look at me like I’m fooling
Feels like I’m swimming pooling
And I’m five feet tall in
Can’t step in the shoes I ball in

(woah)
Till you see it fo' your self (nah, nah)
This is not the fuckin' plan
You played your self
Don't blame on nobody else but your fuckin' self
You

With my guy in the Box Chevy
He got a job, used to move rock steady
Windows shaking when the bass drop heavy
Nigga driving like he the black Tom

or (either one)
Marcus paint, inhale, faint
Yeah, heh-heh, heh-heh, smells great, heh-heh (whoa)
Acid, you don't got that? Just melt plastic
That's it, now

got on my owns, now I'm stacking up paper
I don't give a fuck 'bout a valuable player
Cause bitch, I'm a coach
Bitch, I'm the goat
Pop
I won't hit