And I'm a man of my word, I [?] at all So tell me now it hurt, or is it too late? I'm a man of my law, I keep my weight up But who will lean if I But never mind, I'm fly, you
She the type to love and make it everlasting I'm the to wake up and say you're never having I mean I fucked the girl with passion But cold how we smashing Left her sleeping on a mattress I think about it makes better Good excuse for my absence like "Flacko your ass been?" Heard you down with fashion, now yo ass is I'm off the acid, now yo ass is looking massive This ain't the equipped with columns from my reckless swagging This that house party with this record blasting Rolling spliffs, clique beside me, fingers I seen this bitch in Venice, Tommy and some [?] I'm all alone though, mood music me bop slower Trippin' on how I pop culture Changed Hip-Hop on ya, smoking like a rasta was my culture I be if I die sober I'll be sure to Pac for ya
And I'm a man of my word, I [?] at all So me now does it hurt, or is it too late? I'm a man of my law, I keep my weight up But who lean if I fall? But mind, I'm fly, you know
outs my pretty women in the spot tonight Let em see them fuckin' And for the freaks that love the niggas with the Lex, coupes and the and the Benz, come again When my death calls, I the Lord accept collect calls Cause I be playing with these like they're sex dolls Call my prior, cause it's dropping next fall Don't you [?], my closet like the Met She said, "I love it when you speak soft-spoken Up in the magazines with teeth all golden" the whole year off just to learn to make beats Dropped the flames on my release and the streets all smokin That touch your soul music, I get you higher, your lighter fluid Might add a and a choir to it I the father's music, hallelujah Always striving, [?] Even can't tell you how he do it Sit back and me do it
And I'm a man of my word, I [?] at all So tell me now it hurt, or is it too late? I'm a man of my law, I gotta keep my up But who lean if I fall? But mind, I'm fly, you know
Okay get past all the swag trapping and fashion talking You want that take it to gats or keep it in talking They bars it get embarrassed, it actually happens often You my son like my last abortion, I'm just laughing I changed rap with fashion four way, I'm that important You jack my style, she jack me off, and both acting awkward? Jiggling baby, nah, go ahead Ain't better than the pretty big forehead bitch Listen close I got some shit to tell you, motherfuckers get It's not just bitches on my genitalia Did from Australia, trips to Venezuela Cinderella's under my umbrella for weather Ella, ella, ay just it like I didn't tell ya taking pictures any time we get together And hope to fly away one day just like some birds Only one word I'm of is beloved
More power to you, more power to you my one More power to you, more power to you my one More power to you, more to you my lovely one What's up That all depends With friends you, who needs friends the best advice is no advice Especially it's your advice Man man was on stage dressed like a family member Man everything to Ye Guevara That means Saint is my Zara I remember Rochelle ain't wanna fuck me with the Ay bitch you out, hashtag #Fomo I got one child, one But I'm fuckin', fuckin', like I'm tryna make four more wanna throw me under a white jail Cause I'm a black man with confidence of a white