And I'm a man of my word, I [?] at all So tell me now does it hurt, or is it too I'm a man of my law, I gotta keep my up But who will if I fall? But never mind, I'm fly, you
She the type to seek and make it everlasting I'm the type to wake up and say never having I mean I fucked the girl with hella But cold how we smashing Left her sleeping on a separate I think about it makes better Good excuse for my absence like "Flacko where ass been?" you down with fashion, now yo ass is acting I'm off the acid, now yo ass is looking massive This ain't the shit equipped with columns from my reckless This that dark party with this record blasting Rolling spliffs, beside me, fingers Liberace When I 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 a rasta was my pops culture I be damned if I die be sure to visit Pac for ya
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 lean if I fall? But never mind, I'm fly, you
Shout my pretty women in the spot tonight Let em see fuckin' hands And for the freaks that the niggas with the Jeeps Lex, coupes and the Beamers and the Benz, come my death calls, I pray the Lord accept collect calls Cause I be playing with these women like they're sex Call my Prada prior, cause dropping next fall Don't you [?], my closet the Met ball She said, "I just love it you speak soft-spoken Up in the magazines with your all golden" Took the whole off just to learn to make beats Dropped the flames on my release and leave the all smokin That touch your soul music, I get you higher, grab lighter fluid Might add a preacher and a to it I speak the music, hallelujah striving, prosperous [?] Even can't tell you how he do it Sit and watch me do it
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 gotta keep my up But who will if I fall? But mind, I'm fly, you know
Okay let's get past all the swag trapping and talking You want that take it to gats or keep it in rapping They rapping bars it get embarrassed, it 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 y'all acting awkward? Jiggling baby, nah, go bitch Ain't nothing better than the pretty big forehead Listen close I got some shit to you, motherfuckers get familliar It's not just model bitches on my Did Azalea's Australia, trips to Venezuela Cinderella's under my for different weather Ella, ella, ay play it like I didn't tell ya taking pictures any time we get together And hope to fly one day just like some love birds Only one word I'm of is beloved
power to you, more power to you my lovely one More power to you, more power to you my one power to you, more power to you my lovely one What's up bruh? That all friends like you, who needs friends Sometimes the advice is no advice Especially when it's advice Man Your man was on dressed like a family member Man everything to Ye Guevara means Saint Laurent is my Zara I remember Rochelle wanna fuck me with the polo Ay bitch you missed out, #Fomo I got one child, one But I'm fuckin', fuckin', fuckin' like I'm make four more wanna throw me under a white jail Cause I'm a black man with confidence of a white