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up lose my mind oh
Batty phatter I could tell she was from nairo
By the way she do the eye roll
And the way she make the ting go tu nuh
Aye
Nice

the panties to the side (yeah)
(Aye)
Tell 'em all kiss my ass like muah
(Aye)
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'Bout to make a controversy monetized
(Fuck)

Or even worse leave em by reservoir

All that's left is a nigga memoirs

prohibition from living
Like if you cared about women then
You'd give em their own decisions
Cishets causing division
We out here causing confliction by

a baddie tell me that she liked my smile
I just took a trip down to the city just to flex my swag
All the boys and girls yeah they envy me so fucking bad
I

of the benz
I cut back on my friends and started racking up wins
Your boy got back in the gym, can't fit this cash in my denim
My dawg like shaq at the rim, sit

croak
I hate when a nigga ain't wit' it
Come stand front stage at one of our shows
Better get back before you get attacked
By the pack of the wolves
My

tell me I'm the man
I put the cash in the van
Fuck all that cap
Put a strap in my hand
Promise these niggas won't even bust it
Imma make it happened

Steppin on em
Like some
Sneakers
They be buggin out
Like seizures
I be actin so facetious
Ima fuck the
World and give
It to her raw
Then she gunna
Tell me

money
Ima spend mine gettin money
Ima spend mine gettin
(Huh)
(Look)
(Look)
You can tell by the swagger this Ain't my first hit
Never amused wit these

I got a call last night while I's sprawled out on my couch
And it took me by surprise
It was a soft little voice and it was soaked in sorrow
I could

the picture say
Least that's what my niggas think
I'm just tryna water all my roots, drippy slave
Ima be a martyr to my troops if the scripture say
Rich nigga

Where I'm headed ima have to tell you to the top
Nigga say he need more than a zip don't hit my phone meet at the spot
When this shit pay off I'm a go cop

you getting money cause you outta town huh that's funny
Yeen no real nigga yeen get it out the mud
Free A1 that's my boy foreal my blood (My brother)

want a good life
Yeah, Yeah
Gucci on the way
Yeah, you gotta pay
C'mon, can't you stay
When you standing by my side yeah
Girl you know that you cannot

finish our free shot if not then she's a thot
Tell em bring it by the block boy that shit is hot
Cross you off an go outside
Come on tour I'll be your

name Russell I got the hustle tell by my knuckles
Been buildin muscle my mental crazy On god I'm loco
It make no sense all that fakin shit the one thing

cool aint shit that's funny wrap em up like a mummy
No Battery im always charged up ya bitch wanna ride like bunny
Blue strips all in my pocket dont

in me now so ain't no hurting me
The ones that I love stab me in the back and did the worst to me
Tell 'em your secrets you gon hear it from the birds

a copy you a fraud
Niggas lie bitches lie
Cant lie to me lie to yourself
Og Maco give em hell
You ain't fresh boy
You stale you ain't next
Cause i'm here

But I still got some tricks up my left sleeve
I'm gon' make your homegirl wanna text me
You got somethin' to say? Better tell me
Y'all still don't

but i'm the realest
Tell me pls can you feel this 
I put my life on this paper
N smoking pain til it's vapor

3... 2... 1...

Nobody to check my 6, so I

together 


This love is deeper than ever 


Don't you ever try to come from no angle 

Know you ain't trynna talk to no angles 


Yahh.. (x6)


Tell em I

neglect to be a witness by being stuck in my ways
Wait
I told myself that I would never rap
Cause rap is way out of form, and I am phobic of becoming wack