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ready
Yeah, yeah
I gotta stay ready
Black boy and girl
It's you against the world
Don't let them
Steal yo' knowledge
Don't let them
Clean yo' polish
Don't

flight
I just pray that you good from the shoulders 
Bobbing and weaving 
Toe to toe with all of them demons
Karma just trying to get even
Just know as you

and them pearls (And them pearls)
We can go to Miami travel the world
World is yours, you know that the world is yours (World is yours)
Be my Elvira be

On a mission, wishin' upon a star
Young Bow Weezy with the caviar
In the back of a limo, make them others seem surreal
Breakin' niggaz down like

speaking facts to nigga's
Know I got them racks, I'ma stack them to the ceiling (Aye)
Uh
Yea
Said my ex be mad, tell her off my chest yea
Spread your lies,

I'm playin', speaking facts to nigga's
Know I got them racks, I'ma stack them to the ceiling (Aye)

Uh
Yea
Said my ex be mad, tell her off my chest yea

liked them too
And it made it better in any season going through
Those seasons with you
Until the day you held a private press conference to let me know

Turn dat four into eight
No more sleeping on the floor a new estate
I don’t know them stop them a the gate
I got bigger visions they don’t know my

to escape from a haunting
Living it
Hiding away with my custom
Bird

Set by step, don't let them see me
The fetish was suppose to be, those ones who will kill

the corner by the projects, them youngins on the reach is Cardi B'ing with them rockets
Or calling up Maria for a liter
Maybe white, maybe tan
Signing out

the rest of them
I don't need no hoe, I'm Himothy
That bitch follow Timothy
You ain't never gon' be shit to me
Don't know a nigga that'll step to me
These

Let's Get Busy Baby

DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince

He's the DJ, I'm the Rapper

1988

to be my lady and we can dip right upstairs and get busy baby

You know since I first met you,
I wanted to let you know how I felt, so I could get you

y’all asking for them favors
This for all my haters(2x)
 I’m just tryna hit these hoes, nah I ain’t ya  savior
This for all my haters(2x)
Had to thank all

Please close the door
Please close the door
Please close the door
Please close the door
Ain't no more jays in the house
Serve them hoes through the window

got knocked and who got left
Rolled up a tuba then a nigga got blazed
Sit back and reflected on the days up in a cage
Called all the fiends let em know

can do what ever that you want when you're poppin
Clinton park droppin buy that shit
Trap house boomin nigga by that brick
Outta line nigga so u know

em on the block
Why these niggas changing up like I wasn't with them ducking cops
Why these niggas changing up like I wasn't with them upping Glocks

here gaming

But who you playin wit ain't virtual

I was taught not to play wit my food 

So you know what I'm gon do

Let's go!





[Chorus: Marko

Im writing this song for you
Im writing this song for you
Boy you know I'm writing this song for you
I'm writing this song for you
Im righting my

know what? Ima need some help
Shit
Aye, you know what let me call an old nigga real quick
Ayo, YTT
YTT, boutta fuck yo bitch
They call you Stevo but I

too
Mane we gotta face it
I own my own shit
Im puttin names on royalty statements
Only statements you know
Is when you talk to them boys
Tryna catch us

to twelve
That's how you know this never stops
We stay we stay rockin' hits
And them boys on that swing-and-miss
Bitch bad as her attitude
Long dick she call

and not bragging that bus



caught up in them

They've been in there right now and I drink it on a liquor brand, 

a light layer, and they keep it by

just don't link up no more
Left before the Bentley coupe, reminds me how you never rode
Life is tough, had enough, left them old boys in the dust
Out