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tell by my wrist
Ain't nobody out here nailed it like this
Taking all these different methods tryna scale it to rich…in my dreams
Miss me with that

I'm the truth
That money running, I'm outchea chasing it
How about you?
You should get on a track and chase it too
I can turn a lake into a pool
My

we stay on moves (ING Posta Boy) Say less on the cell phone double up double back till its all gone I make moves if it aint blue faces then its trap

The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket

I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't

threads, I hold like rope
You do not move 'til I say go GO
Now let me explain my rap god qualities
I give that in very large quantities
What you do believe

will form a collage
And now my visions blurry again
But then you say it all will be okay
And that's enough for me to remain sane
Sorry for breaking down

that wrote it
They all say I lack in skill but they ain't laughin' when I kill
They say I'm all talk till I'm in they face for real
I know that I should

me the chat
One broda's gal, try call me a Jung, coz I'm known to the road and bait on my snap
Boooof, ask man that know the Asbo, man won't say that

know why
Cause I stay in route
They like Mac, is you back up in the streets
I say nah, nah
That's the bonus that we get for that COVID-19
That's

Fightin' for freedom, my nigga, ain't no more askin'
Judge ain't never forget him for when he was trappin' (no, no, no, no)
In that pussy wet, like

UK Bonus Track

As I tried to say goodbye
You wouldn't let me
Kept holding me back
Now I see your face in the crowds
But it's never really you that

whenever rhymes refuse to come
Every now and then you say you're penning tracks again
I get caught up in excitement, texting all my friends
I pretend you

Choo)
I might pull off in a coupe (A coupe) 
I might just pull up and wait (What)
Not until I'm 22 (Aye)
Ohh (Ugh), thats what they say when i walk by
Hop

proven yourself worthy
For a bonus hidden track

Going through the tides
I'm taking the rides
I'm not here to be by brides
I am here to teach you a law

Tell ya mans that you’re through
And I can’t miss mine he tried
Now it’s my time to move
He say the lies are the truth
Be real he lying to you
(Whoo)
I

gettin' money
So what the fuck you sayin', lil' nigga
First of all, I wanna tell my mama that I made it
I ain't talkin' bout my real mother, talkin' bout my

rata-tat-tat-tat
Some punk that I roughed up way back
When they ask what you doin in the sky
Make sure you say that

They can't take my pride cuz my intellect is

to the face
Got a lot on my plate
Got a lot on the way
No room for thinking 
Think that I got to take in all the moments
No time for breaking
Breaking my back

by sinning that's the way I've been out here living
My ex probably thinks I'm villian that's cause man locked her of like prison
Aye dig it dig it
My

tracks
So laid back
A late tap
I hate that 
I made that
Record a stem 
Reports again
Remorse or sin
Pours more again (Morgan)
Roars like MGM (Roar)
Bumpin

(Bonus Tracks)
My little love

My little love, we first met at In the Way of Life
I saw you there, shining bright like a summer night (ooh-yeah)
In

Cusswords

Too Short

Life Is...Too Short

1988

$hort, don't say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to Caddy y'all
Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty

and running no you don't make a sound 
Imma call up my brother tell him it's going down 
All the Bali in my face smoke it by the pound 
Red Beamer down

Say what you want to say
But, motherfucker, I'm still Flosja, dude
Fake all
Fucking with the boy, get your face cut
Then I ride by with your bitch, she