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Another week
Look my mom don’t feel the greatest and honestly I’m getting worried
I'm not sure how much time we got left but I’m not far from thirty

reserve
Never let these n****s tell you what you don't deserve
Never let these bitches tell you that they love you n***a (OOOH)
Now I'm so high that I think

I'm always dreaming something ain't right
I'm like the night you can't see me
I'm like a Knight I use my sword
I slice from the write
Will I hurt

I'm lonely, growin' old, soul be holding holes
Roads be overflowed, stoic overtones
Lookin' for an answer they suppose that O would know
Took away

Grabbing the paper gripping the pen
Liking the lyrics but I'm not your friend
Probably won't listen up to the end
But I do not like you so don't you

Yeahhhhh it's Riqueeeee
Time for a young nigga to RiqueHavoc man
Fuck you talkin bout I'm focused on this paper 
Popping tags hittin licks if you

stay chilling know we like ice

Words come through 
Cutting sharper than knife fights
With a swag so cold 
I'm spitting klondike
When I speak I'm

It’s like time keep on going
And it go right by
I’m sitting out on the porch
Under the night sky
Thinking in my head
Like fuck it no more mr nice guy

I'm watching Hulu and I got my feet up
So I'ma need about 100 just to meet up
Nigga I'm slaving I ain't got time to free up
I just hit the Muffin Man

Going nonstop
State to state
I Can't slow down
I'm going non stop
And I don't know how
No I don't know how
Don't talk to me
Cuz baby girl you know I

Can't get a grip no I can't break free
Yo' love gotta a strong choke hold on me
It ain't right stutter when I talk
I think I'm seeing double
And I go

We catching up as we call it
I never feel like I'm all in
And what the fuck do I say
Hello hey how you do
All this hyping and jacking
Oh yeah I'm tryna

Pinocchio?
We run the world together, girl you Juliet, I'm Romeo
I stack my dollars up, them niggas be quick to you "You owe me bro"
I'm quick to call your

I learned my lesson with all of these shit
I'm trynna move on she wont let me go move on
She keep calling my phone that's why I got two phone
Matter

Out of town came back around
Fog the windows up and defrost em down
I was in the losers circle without a frown
The know I'm hot so they pat me down

Ain't No Limit

Mystikal

Breaking Bank

1998

Fuck they can't stand up next to me 

Competition bring out the best in me 

Shit you talkin weirder than Elvis Presley 

I'm tryin to blow out

Iight, let's get it
Ain't got no hood to rep
But I'm cool wherever I go
Michelle said go high, but I go low
Tiff on my left, Dime on my right
So keep

popular
Like movie star ya
Fucked her too long
Couldn't move till the morning
Everybody want her she a popstar
But she fucking with me I'm a rock star
Watch

Gotta pack my things, gotta move on
Gotta pack my things, gotta move on
Gotta bump some tunes get my groove on
I done lost the groove, I'm guessing

Verse 1:
It's moments like these in the silent times where I'm on my own and I'm off my grind, sitting in my room in the dark asking myself what it

I hope they see this shit I'm doing

N they wonder what would happen 

If I gave up on my music 

They been praying on it 

Thought it gave em power

I'm fucked up and looking at her like, she's a new replacement
She can pack our bowls and I can fuck with new arrangements
My new medicine I'm on has

cause It's a cost for you to win
Really got it out the dirt, it ain't no cap or no pretend
Damn near feeling like I'm smurk, you always catch me wit'

I wish that I was the guy you'd show off to your friends
I wish that I was your type
I wish that I looked alive, instead, these days, I'm undead
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