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while I cash out
Humbled by patience I know there ain't no fast route
For some reason man I keep on looking
Sessions I keep on booking
At shows so much

by the past , mended ways , who you gonna call
Satan throwing punches , he don't know that I like to brawl
God on my side , I'm protected like I made

Yeah, I got you bitches tripping, I stay whippin so don't step out your lane

Yeah, you know the name, I ain't giving no more chances
Get this with your

getting weirder by the day I done seen it all
Imma speak facts every track that's my promise to y'all
When you a real heavy stepper you gone leave a print
I

you know that I'm rollin
4 deep, me and the boys patrollin' Creepin' up, we tiptoein

If shit goes south, bro, get to blowin' Linkin' up, you a no

wit no down payment
Her sense of humor top tier
Grateful til I'm dead like Bob weir
Her pops taught me to tie a tie
She my Lover's Rock, and I'm "By Her

Walking by faith, I can't see well
God cleaning me up on the inside like a detail
Going on a roll with these tracks, I just can't derail
This is not

and salice
Nicest tice moving

I don't really what I been
Thinkin' in thll I'm sinkn
When my eyes despise the
Light I loose my slight
But I can't blink em'
Cuz

Easy to rot
When you staring blank at feeds of the blogs
So I keep my mental focus bought as clean as a mop
See I don't talk a lot
But on tracks I spill

a jit
So before you get to talking, is it really worth it bitch?
If you ain't know the name then I go by Lil Paula
I've been heat on these tracks since

the ones in the back

Yea
Old these niggas old news
Don't speak
Unless spoken to
My name in ya mouth
Gotcha bitch wanting dick
She really spitting now
She

Ricky Tate, where is he
I don't know
He killed a detective today
Where is he

Who got killed, man
Carter
Who died, Lee
You

Detective you
Not you,

worried, now that the truth's on
Y'all already in deep shit with lil' ass boots on
Cause I'm a real fuckin' pimp, no need for a suit on
I'm tryna get prepaid

of cake
My marketing scheme is search and destroy
American deploy 
Murdered by me is hard to avoid
Nigga’s try to snatch the style but I don’t barter with

you go
For the assassin's hand
Don't even speak to me without
The use of proper gram
You a Shook One, pissing in your dungarees
When you rhyming

up by a stylist
And Mr Chows giving my order the whores who doubt it
Like I heard you blowing up
Vizzy tell me all about it
Well I got a Caesar hit

won't have to speak 
And I'm like, "What the fuck's wrong with me?
How I say this on a beat?
My glass feels 50/50
I just wanna be complete by

Next

two routes
One could build me
One will cause doubt
One will fail me
Other bring clout
They gone know me by my damn sound
I dont need to be popular
If

me
Ah-hah
So I pullup to the nearest cutie and I go like
Hey, whats goodie?
She look me up and down, no doubt inspecting all this beauty
But when she

your last four tracks
Let's smash the facts
Where's that bag you snatched
(what bag? dont ask bout that)
Ain't no back to back
The lab reports the score

an enable dat
(Ya huurd me?
Switch)
If you see me i be solo
Eyes low
By myself
GPS on go
But they dont know
(Ricky B flow)
I dun got what i came for
Exchanged

bitch splattered
In awkward manner
An elite by way of mannerism
I boom in box and play around
They master plagiarism
I master habits overtime
To doubt

burning bridges,

When darkness falls who’s in the trenches, You!

Been by my side aside from consequences, 

Paid attention, with no conditions, 

We see

greatness, yes you are
Do you know what you’re made of
Divinity and stardust, it’s true
There’s nothing greater than you
Don’t you dare doubt yourself
We have