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"The Meaning of Life" Part five
Live Organ Transplants

Don't (?) I'll get it
Yes? Hello, can we have your liver?
What? Your Liver?
There's

getting better bro
They be faking it but never know
All these sinners wanna make
It on the centerfold
Say they got the status but they
Ain't on my level

Yeah Yeah
I'm back at one hundred
No more brakes
Of course I got to rub it in your face
They plotting on me
Can't afford mistakes
Making so much

in my bag
In my feelings feeling sad
Dibble dabbing in the past
Add it up and do the math
Cuz Sunday morning I'm praising
Monday night I'm swaying

gimmie the mic
Be quick, be quick, the king is here (It’s him?)
Yo of course man, it’s him man, just be quick
Come on, gimmie the mic, yeah let’s go man,

into a six by eight steel cabinet
Flippin' weights readin' ancient tablets, back on the block nobody's havin it
Those who haven't learnt get returned

Oh, niggas wanna bang
All my niggas getting dollars
Bitches wanna fuck just to be my baby mama
Put a 100 on it, put a 100 on it
I put a 100 on it

hundred, hundreds say the same
First off, let me get one thing straight
Down for the bitches that come my way
She down for just anybody get out of my way

everybody
Dont try
To get by
Oh
Baby
I just
Cant
Help it
You so
Mmmm
And
Im like
Mmmm
So if the
Chemistry
Right
Then
The
Feelings
Right
Ok
Lets go

I get by I

has gone to war
I'm a menace, yes I meant it
I'm an angel, I'm a devil, I'm sinner, I'm a savior
Keep your head up, get your cash up
Don't you litter,

Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
I go to war with a hundred of 'em
Everything I got by Faith
So I ain't gotta focus on the hate

Run it up, Run it up,

the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging

hundred with the good
Imma make you feel alright
No lie keep it hundred with the good
Imma make you feel alright
Clocking in and out of your feelings, I

Club Hoppin

Gucci Mane

Trap Back

2012

flame bitch I get it poppin'
Come ride with the Gucci man, I'll take you club hoppin'

Baby, come fuck me with girl I'm going clubbin'
Thirties above

soldiers no fit fight the faith
Do it for the love many many funds
Jeko Sha ma soro life na turn by turn
brother no dey rush
Alone with my thoughts no more

in the street
Any other day than Sunday I can get you what you need
I'm talking like a couple keys, want a mil, come fuck with me
Pounds of kush,

Get rid of them
That nigga is pitiful
I do not fuck with no interviews
I'm a show you what a sinner do
Shit got me feeling so cynical
Kill a fuck

come with a draco this a hit and run
Shooting a hundred percent only gotta spin once
No feelings involved hollow tips and revolve em
Brush you off quick

you a Dentist
Play around you get injured
Dripping gold I'm drenching
Trench coat in the trenches
Stand out I don't blend in
100k and I spent it
100k in

I get it
Your number, I'll get it (Your number, I'll get it)
Don't know if you celibate
If you is, we'll celebrate by feeding you my kids yeah

smoke? It's going down
I can spit a hundred verbs
Or hit you with a hundred rounds

In here with my twinno us alone
Could make a hundred sounds
We been

the feeling got addicted
To the feel of power
Now it's obvious I'm probably
’bout to overdose
Looking up at us cause they can
Feel it wanna see the power
They

much Vonnegut, brain is feeling hot, I've come unstuck again
On a windowsill, bowl of cereal, I don't know where or when
Feeling like a human palindrome

feeling with your heart
Listen to what I'm saying and you'll actually see the light

It's like I have a picture
Of what I wanna be
And the artist in me