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 mind, I'm fly, you know
She the type to love and make it everlasting I'm the type to up and say you're never having I mean I the girl with hella passion But it's cold how we Left her on a separate 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 the shit equipped with columns from my reckless swagging This dark house party with this record blasting spliffs, clique beside me, fingers Liberace When I seen this bitch in Venice, and some [?] I'm all alone though, music makes 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 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 lean if I fall? But never mind, I'm fly, you
Shout outs my pretty women in the tonight Let em see fuckin' hands And for the freaks that love the niggas with the Lex, coupes and the Beamers and the Benz, come my death calls, I pray the Lord accept collect calls Cause I be playing with these women like sex dolls Call my Prada prior, cause it's dropping next Don't you [?], my like the Met ball She said, "I just love it you speak soft-spoken Up in the magazines with teeth all golden" Took the whole year off just to learn to make Dropped the flames on my release and leave the all smokin That touch your soul music, I get you higher, grab your fluid Might add a and a choir to it I speak the music, hallelujah Always striving, [?] 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 tell me now does it hurt, or is it too I'm a man of my law, I gotta keep my up But who will lean if I But never mind, I'm fly, you
Okay let's get all the swag trapping and fashion 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 my last abortion, I'm just laughing often I changed rap with fashion four way, yeah I'm that You jack my style, she me off, and y'all both acting awkward? baby, nah, go ahead bitch Ain't nothing better than the pretty big forehead close I got some shit to tell you, motherfuckers get familliar It's not model bitches on my genitalia Did from Australia, trips to Venezuela Cinderella's my umbrella for different weather Ella, ella, ay just play it like I tell ya Niggas taking pictures any we get together And to fly away one day just like some love birds Only one word I'm of is beloved
More power to you, power to you my lovely one power to you, more power to you my lonely one More power to you, more power to you my one What's up bruh? That all With like you, who needs friends Sometimes the advice is no advice Especially when it's your Man Your man was on stage like a family member Man basic to Ye Guevara That means Saint Laurent is my 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 four They wanna me under a white jail Cause I'm a black man with confidence of a white