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see it all the time but I gotta
Get it by all means
You can't knock me off my grind
So I gotta do it, get the cash, go secure the bag
I promise mom,

Beyoncé 
This is who I am, got respect for traditions 
I don't live in no prison, I don't care of your millions 
Just shut up and listen 

What do I gotta

Decapitated by the lost senseless soul
He is the one that guides us through our lives
Don't think that you will ever outsmart him
He controls you,

to shine through the wall wrapped around it all

Never protecting the fall

Hot silent summers, backyard adventures,
a world swept away by tomorrow today

now getting flocked to by these woman 

The type to take me home and Topple they traditions 
Her white family was hoping she would stay away from niggas

all ashamed
We're young, it's fun, one run so It's called the game
Your drug my drug our drug
It's all a maze

See I'm a storyteller 
Having a hella

Yeah yeah yeah (Skrt skrt)
No ID on me
So have fun tryna to find me
Danny Phantom how I leave
Walked in this
Never really had a grip on the
Game of life

my exes mad at me still, ain't nothing changed
They current dudes playing games, I guess they Triple H

Am I really that calloused, burn the track

God 
Alter egos possessed by d evils 
Promoting world peace super bowl with Cee-lo 
Whitney died, or maybe it was murder 
Cast out Roman out of Nicki

feel a way
Sometimes you gotta play the game sometimes you call a play
Either way them Niggaz hate
Long as we making bank
Located iPhones catch them

buildings, protect the children
Look at the master
Green destinies I'm parking right there by the pasture
Picking peonies, having laughter crushing grapes

I need a crib too spacious
In a nice neighborhood where I got no neighbors
By the sea side so when the wind blow to my face I gotta taste true nature

And that's word to my big brothers
Passed down game
Passed down style
Passed traditions so we still wild
Air Force ones since I was a child

Secure the bag

that real flavor, ain't no artificial
Stand out from the crowd, make sure they don't miss you
Keep it authentic, original with ease
Don't be fooled by

ambitions
Stuck to the music, it's becoming my addiction
Turn it to tradition, now I'm on a mission
And there's a lot of things that hip hop taught me
But all

your message
By the ninth day I'm missing you
I ain't have no business being that cold cold
And I figured if it's mutual it shouldn't be too hard to get

it's by the coast I'd be where the beach was
Tryna catch a wave not walk on water sandals like Jesus
They might got the game but I can run the court

disintegrate to nothing

This is work never need dollars to prove worth x4

Never needed me a record deal to prove my work
I write recorded slice promoted by

know we deliver that
Traditions continue as I proceed to spit raps
With the Ill Proceeja, not until we need ya
We won't contact you, your input is of no

Secret Societies

THEY AIN'T GIVING US NOTHING WE GOTTA MAKE A WAY/
If you don't go by their rules,then they'll take it away/
They'RE claiming secret

cheapened by the crevices you forced them to keep it
Hide it in
Opposed to your blood diamond ring
When the white bird sings, she cries
Like bloody murder

that changed just people dying in vein
Trump and media just equal people lying and game
Mardi Gras caught us slipping covid 19 predictions
Overlooked

done waiting
So stop playing these games

Want you by my side
Guess I got too much pride
Too late to make you mine

Look
I wear my heart on my sleeve

the power are stay victims to the game. (Chorus) But here we go again doing the SameThang, here we go again doing the SameThang, But here we go again doing