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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 gotta keep my 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 you're having
I mean I fucked the girl with passion
But it's cold how we
Left her sleeping on a separate
I think about it better practice
Good excuse for my absence "Flacko where your ass been?"
Heard you 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 from my reckless swagging
This that house party with this record blasting
spliffs, clique beside me, fingers Liberace
When I seen this bitch in Venice, Tommy and [?]
I'm all alone though, music makes me bop slower
on how I shifted pop culture
Changed Hip-Hop on ya, smoking like a rasta was my 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 gotta keep my up
But who will lean if I
But mind, I'm fly, you know

Shout my pretty women in the spot tonight
Let em see them hands
And for the that love the niggas with the Jeeps
Lex, coupes and the Beamers and the Benz, again
When my death calls, I pray the Lord accept calls
Cause I be playing these women like they're sex dolls
my Prada prior, cause it's dropping next fall
Don't you [?], my closet like the Met
She said, "I just love it when you speak
Up in the magazines with teeth all golden"
Took the whole year off 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, your 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 lean if I fall?
But mind, I'm fly, you know

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

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