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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