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wanna pay me not your ordinary lady.

Now they know by ms. 32, so tell me what you want to do?
We can just go kick it, buy a ticket if you truly do.
Boy

always a time and a place bitch,
I make a move like I’m racin,
I pace it,
Sprint through the city got T and we mobile in metro just swangin,
Head on swivel

to hell-ah

Thanks to my god, thanks to my family I love yall to mars
Oh by the way, yall cant relate but they be folding like a Christmas card
huh I don't get

Aye check this out,
When wisdom speaks you fucking listen,
Yea, so allow me to quote one very wise individual,
He said people are only separated by

no title, me losing my pace
Chasing a chase of a person with the sweetest disposition and a sweeter face
Forever ever sleeping figure eight
Coz my

having to worry about money
We thought about the trials that'd you have to face
We fought about the types of miles that'd you have to pace
We stayed

Never thought I'd make it
But that God for his blessings
My motivation
Driven by my insatiable appetite for cash
It's time for me to fucking mash
I could

the pace slow 
Or the grace low
If God forgive why the saints don't
The realest niggas fade in plain clothes 

Mmm
C'est la vie
I got money, I got weed
I got

You're a violator - a violator of the lion law 
It's time to pay the price of the piper so what you winin' for?
You lyin' whore! I've seen your kind

remain humble all I gatta do is get fly the name dumbo
All you tryna do is get by that shit dumb tho 
All I gatta do is point god (guard) I'm like rondo

need one take to make the top charts
We are one step away from being sponsored by pop tarts
The people in this business don’t have a clue what they’re

people changing up
Time rush by so fast
The Memories flash
And feelings relapse
Rekindling ash
From bridges that no longer extend
And I begin to be sad

of moving weight
I might move the bass
Hold my waist 
Keep a nice tempo & control the pace
Turn ya speakers up
If You can hear me that's what's up 
In God is

the paint
And I got it stamped
So you know it's official
Paint done at Rod
But the body by Fisher
Feeling my slow pace
I'm on the mud
Like a slow race
I could

bringing peace by the cases
If you only bringing bad energy
I don't need that type of s*** around me
Lames ain't left in my memory
People ain't as real

a deer
Chase away the demons, God and I come in a pair
So much shit that I wish I ain't shared

I can't give no fucks, you can't stop me
I can't give no

a boat
But some just coast like Passing notes right by you Poor Child So Lucky 
That my god don't Strike you Where's the generation That will elevate

matter
Cause it feels better
Inhale
I exhale all the pain
Why comparing all yo battles
Wasn't meant for the same
Wasn't meant to be sane
Thanking God that

by my lonely
I'd still be depressed w an owl on me
I been at this verse for some hours homie
She been hit my phone the past hour talkin' bout
Take

it 
At my own pace 
That's everything 

Life is precious 
Happiness 
Is what I wanna bring 
(What I wanna bring)

Things change 
Shit a never be

I want Positivity 
I want what you've
Been giving me
She keep me 
On a string 
And I swear that it's 
Pushing me 
Now I'm falling down to earth

just get up off of your ass 
Unleash
Let these other niggas know what you have
If they disrespect you send them to Alcatraz 
Push them down a hatch
Work

before Isis but post Columbine
The time period it took to find what's really mine
To let it shine like this grin of mine
Back when a bag a chips was

Now, as I evolve with I believe I must do
Stand to the wall just to see who I will measure up to
Hope to achieve what i need by the time that i leave