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Iswitch up the flow I 
Mopping the floor I 
I love a long dick that you call an cobra
Shaking like soda
You sleep in a Coma 
You niggas dropped out but I

just go home
Or maybe you was thinking you could put one in your dome

Asesino on repeat I know you love my songs
Counting my doe smoking my dope calling

Ain't show him no love
Nigga said so what, shit we bout to blow up
That mamba skin made us cobras
Just let me know when it's over
I'll open my eyes, hope

worth
Many bitches on my dick
But you was there-
First

Yeah, you was there first
My first love but
You made it worse
That's why
I sip Heem
At high speed

the love subside
When you paralyze a feeling how do you bring it back to life
I'm misunderstood
And that's never good
I try to explain
Atleast I thought I

warming it up 16 plus a 16 that's more than enough let's go

That's what I love about night time
I get up and watch the sun come out
Sun come out and smack

love
You think I don't know it's fake
I know what my haters look like
'Cause I seen a cobra's face
Won't ever use my skin as an excuse 'cause I know

remix too much
I'm busy making the new classics
So when the future go to sample
It dont sound so jurassic
Aint no shade this is light
Yo this your sun

from this head shot
D-Block, the bloodclaat,
Lil shooter waiting on your house like it's the bus stop
Death when my gun pop (Let's go)
I bring the drama

pamphlet at the door and file it
Like it or like me not, love me like this now, for soon this might be pop
I blindly watch, wrote my first real rap at 13

Put the work in the dirt, dig it up by the winter
Got brown on fine china like I'm serving dinner
Sippin' high tech almost fucked up my liver
Watch me

Now Just a matter of time before I do it 
Man I conquer my dreams and I dream lucid
The silent Child they always thought I was stupid 
 A bitch can’t

she ain't thought of
It's going down on the top floor
Pussy be popping like popcorn
They dripping and drowning in hot sauce
Pop Molly so now they got

she ain't thought of
It's going down on the top floor
Pussy be popping like popcorn
They dripping and drowning in hot sauce
Pop Molly so now they got

playing games but it's game over
Pop tart his head I feel like a toaster
She riding dick like a roller coaster
Haters talk but I really love a boaster

Look

missing?
Hard working nigga
I'm covered in blisters
What about life?
Take it day at a time
Came from the muck
And i came from the grime
But I'm up on my

your issue
If you're game we can pop champagne and watch it fizzle
Have a taste while I admire your waist for just a little
Maybe later I can cater your

for all my love forever ill be by your side
Ever since my sensei spoke of wu wei
I've been goo goo ga ga hushed up mics up in my stow away
Plottin like

A Warrant they fled
Im having nightmares the gun by my bed
Cartiers cant read
Yea I seen your txt I left it on read
Shell catcher on the gun its catching

Slow down my flow, gonna be a sex symbol
R&B gangster, got the formula locked
Sing on the hook cause we taking it pop
Produced by Teddy Riley, featuring

shit but I'm not a cobra 
Fuckin' off my time like it ain't precious I'm finally focused 
Fact I'm lackin' father finally hit me I'm kinda broken

Feel like Usain how I'm running it up
Pop me two beans I don't give a fuck 
It's 4 in the morning a nigga still up 
Rollin too hard ain't been

It had to be this way
This is for real
Nobody said it would be easy
So let it be 

Ayo, S-I-N-Y, killa bee hive
Eastside, duckin' the 5, roll

the garden
Want us to stop, we get it regardless
I got a team but I hang by myself
I can be king and still reign with the belt
I can be champ and still sit