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at home and the other one on swivel though
Gotta keep 'em both 'cause this shit get way too pivotal
All the work is analog, all the payment digital
When
sweets then meet later
Sleeping all my days away at night I party like raver
Spot the peers some beers get Faded now we cutting up like razors
Fuck if my
Make a lil bitch nigga run like its DMC
Bitch I get hot like a dragon no DnD
Nigga act dumb, he get played like a DVD
Bitch and my pockets stay fat
broad away from ya
Once your bitch, get the god 2-way number
It'll be hard to get a Happy Father's Day from ya
I'm the one, like the piece that's
gotta do
Association breeds similarity
That's why I'ma stay with real rich niggas
'til six niggas carry me
Poverty's a mind state
Time wait's for no man,
sucker
I'm the Negro, amigo
Get every bay from Tampa to Montigo
They say I got the lifestyle, and the E glow
I'm in the blow range, no matter where he
Yeah. KB. A shoutout X on this shit man. Long live
And anytime I gotta way with this. Hoping that I get away from this
I don’t really think it’s made
Can’t find no peace of mind
Can’t look away from sky
It’s so enticing, the lights may be blinding
But I gotta stare
This mountain I’m climbing ain’t made
to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do
on the scene
DVD's on the screen blowing on cream
Waiting for you to scheme
You ain't gotta know how to read
To spray a magazine
The boss spending ends
Saying,
Setting that food for thought G
Starchy
Fuck with your posse
My offspring your culinary offering
Sitting in the kitchen bossing
I'm every shade
instincts, which
Are leaning firmly toward the other option
"All Eyes on You" "Your voice sounds
Ill, the flow sounds ill, " she says "This
Is going to get
like it raw like my boy the late O.D.B.
Stop pullin out them burners on them DVD's
You gotta body a motherfucker to, impress me
My boys keep
like it raw like my boy the late O.D.B.
Stop pullin out them burners on them DVD's
You gotta body a motherfucker to, impress me
My boys keep
the trap spot to the studio
I'm tryna make a way for my folks
Seein' [?] only hope
I gotta get it, I ain't got time to play
Ain't got no time to waste
I get my ride on the HumVee, walkin through the party
Puffin on chronic and drinkin on Bacardi
Gotta represent Cali and bang 'til death do us
Dickson
She wish she had me
Under lock and key
Need my money promptly
So she bring it to me
Gotta get your own bitch, this dick ain't free
I'm only covering
rude
I send for the head top rearranger
Go home and do the math
I'm Jme multiplied by Maxwell Ranger
Way too serious
And if you don't wanna get taken
Intro:
Mama I'm gone
I gotta get up and I gotta stack it
I gotta count it, I gotta flip it
I gotta count it and count it regardless
I been on my own
Danger, tell these babies there's no
Space in the manger anybody get rude
I send for the head top rearranger
Go home and do the math
I'm Jme multiplied by
providin' me oxygen, I loved since I began/ Prayin' to wash away my sins/
Babylon the Great, has fallen
Offsprings of the wicked one, crawlin'/ Fearin'
the best of stories through
Our revelations to you by this Qur'an
And before the coming of divine inspiration to you, you were among those who were unaware
Feels like I'm runnin' in circles how many hurdles I gotta jump over to murder the part of the beat that I'm workin
Like I'm a walkin' cop
space (yeah)
Uncle Toms acting Big today (yeah)
Captain Phillips wanna cruise my way (yeah)
Until they get Cast Away
Look at me, I'm the Captain now
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