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 my weight up But who will if I fall? But mind, I'm fly, you know
She the type to seek love and it everlasting I'm the type to up and say you're never having I mean I fucked the with hella passion But it's cold how we her sleeping on a separate mattress I about it makes better practice Good excuse for my absence "Flacko where your ass been?" Heard you down fashion, now yo ass is acting I'm tripping off the acid, now yo ass is looking This the shit equipped with columns from my reckless swagging This that dark house party with record blasting spliffs, clique beside me, fingers Liberace When I seen this bitch in Venice, and some [?] I'm all though, mood music makes me bop slower Trippin' on how I shifted pop Changed on ya, smoking like a rasta was my pops 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 tell me now does it hurt, or is it too 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 love the with the Jeeps Lex, coupes and the and the Benz, come again When my death calls, I pray the Lord accept calls I be playing with these women like they're sex dolls Call my Prada prior, cause dropping next fall Don't you [?], my closet the Met ball She said, "I just love it when you speak Up in the magazines your teeth all golden" Took the whole year off just to to make beats Dropped the on my release and leave the streets all smokin That touch your soul music, I get you higher, grab your fluid Might add a preacher and a to it I the father's music, hallelujah striving, prosperous [?] Even Montell 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 keep my weight up But who lean if I fall? But never mind, I'm fly, you
Okay let's get past all the swag trapping and talking You want take it to gats or keep it in rapping talking They bars it get embarrassed, it actually happens often You my son like my abortion, I'm just laughing often I rap with fashion four way, yeah I'm that important You my style, she jack me off, and y'all both acting awkward? Jiggling baby, nah, go bitch Ain't nothing better the pretty big forehead bitch Listen close I got some shit to tell you, motherfuckers get It's not just model bitches on my Did Azalea's Australia, trips to Venezuela Cinderella's my umbrella for different weather Ella, ella, ay play it like I didn't tell ya Niggas taking pictures any time we get And hope to fly away one day like some love birds Only one word I'm afraid of is
power to you, more power to you my lovely one More to you, more power to you my lonely one More to you, more power to you my lovely one up bruh? That all depends With friends you, who needs friends Sometimes the best is no advice Especially when your advice Man man was on stage dressed like a family member Man basic to Ye Guevara means Saint Laurent is my Zara I remember Rochelle ain't fuck me with the polo Ay you missed out, hashtag #Fomo I got one child, one But I'm fuckin', fuckin', fuckin' like I'm tryna make four They wanna throw me under a jail Cause I'm a black man with confidence of a white