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accent
Think she from St. Louis by the way she make her back bend
Im havin fun with it i get a pack and i flip it and double it
Your goofy ass prolly fuck

back-and-forth across the page
But I'm not saying anything. I think I'm insane
When I was little, my parents would talk about "in my book"
Confused I asked about

with days wey i they h wey i go faint
If you wanna hear the story loyal boy go play the tape
My album on the way as you they fell back in the days
We

see is even handed, believe we handle
The standard with ease and then enhance and increase
I'll be damned if these feeble xss, swag distracted cheeba

to the Smack Down hotel
Might go back to juggin' if this don't sell
I got the plug on speed dial on my cell
Emerald packages straight out the mail
I'm facin'

She hate short niggas so she judge me
By the height of my pants
'Fore we fuck, flick the light in advance
I don't wanna be surprised in the morning
If

don't need a key
Ima chef by myself ima cook up a key
And the block is hot 500 degreez
Run on an opp and I'm letting it breeze
Got the money now I spray

(What) yeah (What yeah)
(Shoot shoot) what yeah
(What what) Wuaaahaa
Click click (Shoot) reload (Shoot) reload
Shoot by any means I don't care bout

Where you going Mama let a nigga see you shake that
Champagne Room yeah run it back
Nothing else to do but run through these racks
Run through these

good time
Work what you got
Until you feel real fine
Don't be alarmed by the charm, when I
Turn up the fan when the roof's on fire
Now let me hear you

with that Mac on my lap
Pull me a trick like cat in the hat
Hit from the front and the back she said she in love with my swag
Fly out to Aruba then I

Won't stop, can't stop, said I'm gon fight
For mine, mine
Yeah, unh, yeah
Had to get back to it uh
Never turning my back to it uh
The flow back fluid
Put

over my shoulder

Top of the building, I'm high to the max
Think it's a feeling I cannot get back
You hear the thrill in my voice when I rap
Said what's

spoke soul brother number dos
I'm a breathe in hundred's smoke
Driven down central by a nigga in some Loc's
Never going back to Cali cause
The nigga never

know a nigga fly
Ferragamo holding the pistol by my side 
And i jay pay the bread cuz when i go i get back times ten
Born and bread to  fucking win 
So

Love is more than us
And we trust
For it to take care of us
And everyday we fade away
Little by little

Oh remember that day
In the park
What about

wanna see me smile 
Why they wanna hold me back 
Why they wanna hold me down 
I ran up a sack then I go relax 
Niggas trynna get attached they can go

of that
That's not putting food on Keyshawn's table
Or clothes on her back
Maury, Maury, Maury, I'd just like to say

Metaphysics, religious scripture
Read

or blaze
They ain't smoking
I don't do the mid by kid, I hate choking
Focus, back to me, myself, I
Little room, dressing room
The kid remains fly
I'm doing

(please)
If they wouldn't talking big Money I aint tryna conversate (don't)
Cus only time I go back and Forth to negotiate (nigga)
Look Im bout my business

I was raised by the OGs with the packs wrist glowing
No matter what you selling dawg just keep the money flowing
Matter fact I use to sell the dog

Let's go, we ain't playin' games no mo
New flow, say it ain't so
Reice got too many tracks in the bag, code Red nigga Leez back in the lab
Pardon my

on her wall like she aint gotta move
Ferragamo boots, I’m kickin shit like Cristiano got all types to choose
I’m so specific got Pacific bitches by

Uh yeah
First off congratulations
Y'all got another cypher
Cause by my calculations
The last cypher was my last cypher
But aberration happen and it’s