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she said she only fuck real niggas
Swear to God I keep it 10k
By no means am I my living like a pimp
Though I had surgery and walk with a limp
You can

the heat I'm the god of the sun
I'm atlas heavy with passion
I never hate Negative I need the positive action
I never act up know my direction
But I can go

cover
Nigga there's a stain on your shirt, it's for sure not mustard
When I mix the lean with the Sprite, swear they know each other
Sorry that I skimmed

purpose wrong places
Yea I went from death to life boy I can't fake this
Jesus Christ of Nazareth that's where my faith is
Wanna know what happened to my

that just stand by itself
But like I said
I'm sorry I'm mixed

Rise up from dust to dust
God looked down and said that's enough
He snatched King right

your mine
You don't need them other boys baby girl your mine
Lamborghini Urus by the oceanside
With them other bitches swear to god I cut ties
You don't

be savages that are only preying
I'll see you all in Heaven I am praying
Next to God's throne I'll be laying
Up in Heaven where my family staying
I

Oh my gosh hocus
Ah Ha Ha
Keeso in this bihh
On god
On god
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm (Mmm mmm mmm)
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm (Mmm mmm mmm)
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm

old
No ice on the wrist but the boy so cold
Hit you with the fist, crooked smile J. Cole, I know
Started from the bottom still here
F*** with the boy

(Beezo need cash only, you dig?)
Cut it up, had it cut it up (OG Parker)
I had to cut it up
(Oh Lord, jetson made another one)

Know your boy got no

Draco‘s when we hopping out you better get inside 
Mix clicking with the switches by these bullet we abide

Chorus:
Keep my car in my garage cause we can't

In this life, sh*t just got realer
My boy had trouble getting his papers
Don't get it twisted, we're still wealthier
I don't turn green but I know I'm

me too
My jefa suffers crying out for heavens sake
Asking God to show me mercy when I hit his gates
She knows her lil boy has gone a different path

go by the lesson
Then it's all within us, true and deed 5%er

Divided by 95, with 85 sinners
Now who's the winner, who's the loser, who's the ruler
Mix

you changed I know your intent
Niggas tried to audible on me and my nigga went blitz
Yeah, aye
The boy is too wise to be fool
Fixing and breaking

I had to take a deep ass hit for this one, y'all
I hope y'all ready for the remix remix on some homegrown bad boy shit
Let's go
Let's get it
Run that

No More Interviews

Big Sean

No More Interviews

talking off
And getting egged on by A&Rs who, soon as your shit fallin' off, they walkin' off
And if you rappers diss us and ours just know that you dead

(Nothing 'bout)
So I'ma stick to what I know
(Hoe)
Steady Killing every show I'm invited to
Only F- with niggas I'm indebted to
That ma nigga Klin, Opshun

Can't see me dying by a snake I'm too in tune
Money conversations is the only thing I'm in 2
Fish bowl no tints same colour as Neptune
I know Imma dog so

And by the end of the day we’d have cars and game boys

Who would have thought things would change
I mean me and Steven was tighter than Tini’s coming

funeral home know I'm dressed to kill
And the only thing I want is them hundred dollar bills
Got a bad bitch wit me pop in like a thousand pills
Blowin

Let some conscious brothers hit
You know the type that fight
Live and die for truthful rights
Not only that
We will kill for this righteous life
I'm

Nobody

Rick Ross

Maybach Hustle

2014

I'm from where the streets test you
Niggas mix business and pleasure
Where the cocaine measure
The narcotics is our product
The by-product, you walk

the matrix
Haters looking scared they be shaking 
Shawty yours but is she really taken 
You're mistaken 
Take her out 
By the beach 
Different places