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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 lean if I fall?
But never mind, I'm fly, you

She the type to love and make it everlasting
I'm the type to wake up and say never having
I mean I fucked the with hella passion
But cold how we smashing
Left her sleeping on a separate
I about it makes better practice
Good excuse for my like "Flacko where your ass been?"
you down with 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 this blasting
Rolling spliffs, clique beside me, fingers
When I seen this in Venice, Tommy and some [?]
I'm all alone though, mood makes me bop slower
Trippin' on how I shifted pop
Changed Hip-Hop on ya, like 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 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

Shout outs my women in the spot tonight
Let em see them hands
And for the freaks that love the niggas the Jeeps
Lex, and the Beamers and the Benz, come again
When my death calls, I pray the 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 like the Met ball
She said, "I love it when you speak soft-spoken
Up in the magazines your teeth all golden"
Took the whole year off to learn to make beats
the flames on my release and leave the streets all smokin
That touch your soul music, I get you higher, grab lighter fluid
Might add a and a choir to it
I the father's music, hallelujah
Always striving, [?]
Even Montell can't you how he do it
Sit and watch 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 will if I fall?
But never mind, I'm fly, you

let's get past all the swag trapping and fashion talking
You want that take it to gats or it in rapping talking
They bars it get embarrassed, it actually happens often
You my son like my last abortion, I'm laughing often
I changed rap fashion four way, yeah I'm that important
You jack my style, she jack me off, and y'all both acting
Jiggling baby, nah, go ahead
Ain't nothing than the pretty big forehead bitch
close I got some shit to tell you, motherfuckers get familliar
It's not just bitches on my genitalia
Did from Australia, trips to Venezuela
Cinderella's under my for different weather
Ella, ella, ay just play it like I tell ya
Niggas taking any time we get together
And hope to fly away one day just like some love
Only one I'm afraid of is beloved

More power to you, more power to you my one
More power to you, more to you my lonely one
More power to you, more to you my lovely one
What's up bruh? all depends
With friends like you, who needs
the best advice is no advice
Especially when it's advice
Man
man was on stage dressed like a family member
Man basic to Ye Guevara
That means Laurent is my Zara
I remember ain't 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 tryna make more
They throw me under a white jail
Cause I'm a black man with of a white male