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hella fake
So i stayed by my lone
And got on da paper chase
Now these bitches hit my phone
These niggas wanna do tapes
Cuz my flow is versatile
Spitting

tell ya
Don’t folder under pressure
My game is official
No time to be bitter
It’s time get this millions and handle my business
Yea yea yea yea
What

the best dick that she then ever had in her life 
She blowing up my phone yea she tryna be my wife 
Let's get lit for one night
Let me slang it by the hips

girls
And captivated by the future I could've had in this world
Or take me back to when I was 5
With no concept of what it means to be alive, and then

in, now I can celebrate
Girl I know ya lookin for some comfort
Always hit my phone 'cause she know I make her cum first
Keep a suit and tie like I'm

Driving dolo by the Westin
Hold my phone now I'm searching
Soul for soul all my questions
Door to door no one answer
Hold the door that's just sad (Love)

Girl I like the way you wine on me
Hold you in my arms while you grind slowly
Treat you right she gone lie for me Chill by my side that's where your

never know where we goin
Fast forward and them years go by
Been there and in here it looks dry
Learned something this is not a test finessed our way in

nigga
I been sipping liquor
Guarantee I got a damaged liver
Take ya picture
No coincidence, it’s with a Kannon nigga
Diamonds on your chain
When they be

Bet

Runnin' in the streets
Got plenty of ruckus
Through Louisiana 
No I don't give a fuck bitch
Started this trek
With a check
Five grand
Blew it

forehead as I was pretending
I'm okay, but im not. Now im 10,000 feet above you
Scrolling through pics on my phone wishing that I could undo

I look down at my phone
3:33
No coincidence to livin' gotta be how you be
Don’t need to open up your eyes if you really wanna see
You just gotta feel

I was riding in my car last week
Vibin' to oldies
Saw myself smilin' from cheek to cheek
Just by myself 

Then i realized 
It's been a minute since i

ya chest like a mule kick 
9 pumpin gas n lean we not refueling 
Yea this glock a throw away but I jus Might reuse It 
Niggas used to be my family now

Been tellin ya'll from the onset
I'm the realist rapper on an intro
Really back on my beast mode
All these niggas really got me pissed off

on the phone 
To tell you how she’s proud 
And ya fam is there too 
To tell you how you’ve grown 
Since they knew you as a baby 
And you put the drugs down 
Cuz

day. I was finnuh hit her line
But she mine cause then the phone rang
No I wasn’t surprised cause I knew was in
Sync wit me. When we in the bed she

got money stack it to the ceiling
UPS my package
Niggas know
Make that phone call
And We brought automatics
Toe to Toe
You just stand tall
We chopped

and put them in a jar so you can hold on to them when your abroad or far. She say her man old school like the vcr and he'll watch her cell phone like he in

no drama, if its beef I will put him to sleep like pyjama, then your son started ramping ramping I told him he dont really want this action, meeting,

just kno all my shooters on stand by

Niggas thought they was under arrest when we came on the stage got em turnt wit they hands high 

I got story’s for

dick that you want girl is owned by a owner. Ain’t heard from ya ass in 5 months and you thinking it’s coo to just pull up. You know that trippin you

Lil nigga, I know the streets raised you bitter 
Broker than ya neighbors still yo Sega came up missing
Moms & pops split when you were too young

wanting back in, all you do is cappin, or is it capitalism to get em, Jones in ya bones, loans in your zone, phones in your home, chrome to your dome, right