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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 mind, I'm fly, you know

She the type to seek love and make it
I'm the type to wake up and say you're never
I mean I fucked the girl hella passion
But cold how we smashing
Left her sleeping on a separate
I think about it makes practice
Good excuse for my like "Flacko where your ass been?"
Heard you with fashion, now yo ass is acting
I'm tripping off the acid, now yo ass is massive
This ain't the equipped with columns from my reckless swagging
This that dark house party this record blasting
Rolling spliffs, clique beside me, Liberace
When I seen this in Venice, Tommy and some [?]
I'm all alone though, mood music makes me bop
on how I shifted pop culture
Changed Hip-Hop on ya, smoking like a 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 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

Shout 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 women like sex dolls
Call my Prada prior, it's dropping next fall
you [?], my closet like the Met ball
She said, "I just love it when you soft-spoken
Up in the with your teeth all golden"
Took the whole year off just to learn to make
Dropped the flames on my and leave the streets all smokin
touch your soul music, I get you higher, grab your lighter fluid
Might add a preacher and a to it
I speak the father's music,
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 tell me now does it hurt, or is it too
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 that take it to gats or keep it in rapping talking
They rapping bars it get embarrassed, it happens often
You my son like my last abortion, I'm just often
I rap with fashion four way, yeah I'm that important
You jack my style, she jack me off, and y'all acting awkward?
Jiggling baby, nah, go ahead
Ain't nothing better than the big forehead bitch
Listen close I got some shit to tell you, get familliar
It's not just bitches on my genitalia
Did Azalea's Australia, trips to Venezuela
under my umbrella 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

power to you, more power to you my lovely one
More power to you, more to you my lonely one
More to you, more power to you my lovely one
What's up That all depends
friends like you, who needs friends
Sometimes the best is no advice
Especially when it's your
Man
Your man was on stage dressed like a member
Man basic to Ye Guevara
That means Saint Laurent is my
I remember Rochelle ain't wanna fuck me with the
Ay bitch you missed out, #Fomo
I got one child, one
But I'm fuckin', fuckin', fuckin' like I'm make four more
They wanna throw me under a white
Cause I'm a black man with confidence of a male