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Always been slept on but I’m next up
Only got water in my red cup
I’m recording hits so please don’t disrupt yah yah
Produced all my songs all by myself

back your tears
We ain't never switching gears
When I make it rain money on them like Confetti
Yeah, I'll be different by then
But I won't forget that

like I authored it
Balled fist like the Arthur get
Acid tabs in my esophagus
Make me spit hotter than ur coffee get
I can tell that I don’t like u

when I'm dumb and drunk make a buck take a bump and I'm buzzed and up
And that sums it up I got a lust for love but enoughs enough cause I'm above

he know he never gonna drop
Working every day to make it off the block, don't stop
Let the music take control and just watch
Don't you see I got my

Back up your waist and twerk it twerk it
Got all dem mandem lurkin
Like Rihanna baby work it
Gotta show man you deserve it
Back up your waist

Man

Big Tymers

Hood Rich

2002

numb

Take that, the comeback is incredible
Get caught, then nigga it's federal
By the way, don't say no mother fuckin names
You listenin to me?

Popping pills popping pills like they Tic Tacs 
I got bills I got bills I can't sit back 
Popping pills popping pills like they Tic Tacs 
I got bills

I've seen too much to know I'm saved by grace
Tell me to get it, I got it
I'm with the Most High like I'm smoking narcotics
This road has been crazy, I

On this broken road
Boy you fucked up
Why didn't you
Do what your told?
I'm broken
But I'm coasting 
By my lonesome
Chosen by nobody to succeed
I got that

let a day pass
Hold ya hoe throat got a day pass
It's my time fuck a late pass
Make em pass away are before they pass
Know Jonez on some other shit

got everything that I couldn't have. 

I'm starting over wit this life 
Gotta make sure I get it back right 
I'm bouta shoot out the lights

Everyday

Promatic

Promatic

fools
Actin' like we ain't got stress to tell off
And like ? pockets he's deep
And he can pay his bail off
I'ma hit my lick, bit by bit
Kick my shit, 'til

Versace, Versace
Medusa head on me like I'm illuminati
Hold up
Whoa baby
All I rock is Old Navy
All the swag rap make a nigga just go crazy
Make

wet like it's in water

Calling it racket
Make me go harder
This tactic got me so smarter
All about Practice
Put in the time

Now I'm good at this
Pens

This the story of a gap toothed snotty nosed nigga from the Sipp
Straight from the Jack mane my vices gon make me trip
Like a Livvy Dunne clip my

to bill it in my parka
I'm only Happy at the afters
I Heard you asked for Tommy shelby
Its fucking tough cause u got arthur
Traded glitter for my marbles,

Protect your inner peace the best advice that's given by far
Sometimes I wonder if I got in that car
Would I be dead and gone or locked behind bars
I guess

No I, I mean why would you (just confused as to)
Why didn't you say something (why didn't you talk to me first)
It just doesn't make any sense 
You

Producer: Real Red

I’m solo like Quan 
Marching band i got drums 
But i do not  swing a baton  
I’m just gone keep me a gunnnnnnn 
I sip that act

the bong go bong
Go straight to the dome from the bass
Nigga got saved by the bell he screech after class took off
Guess these are the brakes
This ain't no

partner
We like Buster and Arthur
We eating, no pasta
My squad got bricks, no Waka
Cobain that's my nigga
I might not get no bigger
Two red bones, they

I got my family on my back 
Bills on my neck 
Had to run in circles like usain bolt on a track 
Had to sail the shore, captain Philips on the deck

One, four, nine, lay your integers with mine
Got a genius inside, tryna let it out to fly
Monoliths and cows in grassy pastures
Arthur C. Clarke push his