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so pain-free? Could it, whoa
Just a case of mind over matter.
(I could be your treble, I could be your number one
I could do it better, do it just for

thoroughbred Bridgeport Connecticut cat
They don't make em no more like that
Mighty Heard rhythms are a matter of fact
We fought every night but that's not

You're still the
Little boy that you were before
Furthermore, it's worse because you
Feign to be progressive
But when challenged by a woman
You get sexist

no bills or nothin'.
Can you take me back to 2007, 2007, 2007 yeah.


Verse

Freshman year of high school….
I wasn’t known for playin by the teacher n

I can't feel no better
When we not together
When you by my side then no one else don't even matter
Gotta hustle
Got it off the muscle
I kept niggas

My villie alpha 
Just like 
The band 
They dislike 
This man 
After the show 
Only time
They give me 
A hand 
Did it 
By myself 
They thinking like
No

asked for a favor I was "Big Bro"
By the time I came to my senses I was "Big hoe"
My potna cut me off can you believe it was bout a hoe
I know some

Matter fact, I want all amounts
Gimme dollars and the pesos now
Gaining weight, 'cause I'm adding pounds
You would think they would know by now
Every time

Verse 1: 

Another black man gettin murked by the cops
Why you pullin cams out you a bird in a flock
Then you talk bout how you want the purging

Something 
It’s always 

Dumb bitch petty thoughts
Locked inside her mental box
Put you on the fucking spot
Broken like the hand on clock 
Stuck in time we

Relaxing without a fucking care in the world

Now looking at S.K.Y

Driving by

In the late night

Tear in my eye

Reminiscing of the old days

Chillin'

down the hallway 
Skippin' class like the line 
Bumping Graduation I was loving cold play 
I would rap in no time 
Smoking kush with OJ 
Gucci Mane's

a swagger
Women don't be flattered 
Cuz a hav a man bag 
There's people holding daggers, 

Cats around the corner
Getting battered, 
Its only a matter of time

gritty p**** & filthy
hope you feel me, when i tell you: reality grips, G
no matter where you're from or where you be, like me
I'm down south at waffle

so gifted like family
Right now I'm twenty three

God Told me homie ready go, and by 
The time you hear this I'll probably be Twenty Four
Rest In Peace

Consist no literary devices
I took a quick vacation
From resorting to violence
GET LIKE ME
A nigga cannot ever recite
Such a righteous matter
A master

dystopian
If I had too

Power up power up
And hp is at max
Accumulated tentacles
Like creature of Lovecraft
Even H. P. didn't comprehend
Matter of the fact

Hello and welcome to my unimaginative bullsh-
Oh yeah, use that melody again
Great. You're so talented look at you
You reuse shit all the time

In the night time looking real shitty with my lady and my Ray-Bans can't see my phone Blowing up
How you gon' tell me that you ain't impressed?
(How

them bruises did that & didn't nobody help
You sayin that but it's different once you did it
R.i.P AntBucket he well known for True Religion
Money is

plant it
And grow it
Love for the people
Yeah you know I show it
Truth be told I'm structured mold
By my mothers hands they were made of gold
Another

time, any where
Could be over a bitch, over racks, or a stare
Try moving lines surrounded by squares
Hold up
I be the man in the mirror
Feeling just like

would meet her future husband 
By age 27, get engaged a year later 
And get married a year after that
But when Kaffy turned 27
She didn't find a husband

the page
She call me Audemars P.
Cause I'm more than a G any time any place
You annoying me
You can do better shit but it's boring me
I can't wear what you