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I'm on the up
Jump up, I my gun up
Joe Jackson with trapping, I the sun up
just how I was brung up
Whippings, I got a of
On Memorial in the Cutlass
I'm bumping (U Way)
like I'm hitchhiking
Every is a thumbs up
I give you my spirit 'til all my niggas is uncuffed
hard to celebrate Christmas as a black man
'Cause like ornaments on
That's just how we was up
One
MTV, is unplugged
Stacking this cheese reminds me of momma's
crafting double entendres
The child of Coleman and
Just a gap-toothed
Word to my Jelanda, uh
Twist up ganja 'til I go over yonder
They say I got too much will, 24s on Hondas
I been sponsored off-white since 'Ye in the 'go
Y'all niggas slow if that just dawned on you like kitchen

God your heart, ha
God bless heart, yeah, huh
God your heart, yeah
Be thankful his mercy let us say all these precious
Yeah, God bless your

I came, I saw, I conquered Caesar said
"No time for leisure," what the overachiever saids
"Cydel, you a Pyru," that's what teacher spread
I wrote everything in red 'cause that's Jesus said
My thesis
My partner fed fish scale to the whole for a piece of bread
"Matthew was 14," that's what the plead
"Just a nigga in a Coupe," that's Yeezus said
Until you — the feds, ha
Cause those boys will hide your ass like an egg
Niggas wet you while you sleeping, you just the bed
A fiending son on Row, I'ma die behind these bars
'Cause when I put the pen to pad should make them pen my pad
Put this on wax, how I used to dip and dab
half
I my cars and my women fast
Bitches love my presence I got the Gift of Gab
My low mileage, I APR
I need my just like a brand new Mercedes car, ha
It's 'bout your lineage, show 'em I'm not guinea pig
Might fuck a midget and have twins, I'm have too many kids
Not out of
had a scared pops
Worked three jobs over at the sweatshop
I thought I was a good kid, well I not
A hot boy, was my next stop
Breaking through people windows desktops
Just a bunch of big dummies the red fox
And I had a redbone who thought she was headstrong
Had to yolk the bitch up she was egged on
By the best friend had me collect home
And she fucked my best partner knowing she dead
It ain't her fault, I was misguided and on
Huh, but I ain't

God your heart, ha
God your heart, yeah, huh
God bless heart, yeah
Be thankful his mercy let us say all these precious
God your heart