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This your boy Wiz man
And I'm a talk my shit, yeah,
I ya'll niggas is used to hearing my voice by now,
And if not, get to it

I up from a California dream again,
Next to daughter who I'll probably never meet again
You her a groupie hoe?
Ask me I say she a fan
all her hours thinking bout what she gonna do and when
I be on 747 flying frequent shit
You get all the press and try to check for I'm due to land
And get home in the daytime, way the PM
Tryin' to finish living out dream so I be sleeping in
And ask me if I'm lonely
I ain't long as my good cause she my one and only
Critics got they up in my business gettin nosy
But I'm just out here putting on for anyone who me
No, I ain't in my getting comfy
bigger and ifa chief and bring alisa oz
I stay with me backup, in case you run up on me
He play the pastor, make a nigga holy

call me the 501 Don
Mr. know he got a of 501's on
My strong and these hoes ain't shit but probably calls
Dog I met her at the club, we was fucked up
Made it to my crib we was drunk, driving
Now you on some shit, claiming you're my main bitch
Do us both a fav, don't text, don't me, darling
I was made to ball like Spaulding rolling
They say I'm the bomb and they Wiz, atomic
than New Orleans, or a geoge foreman grill,
And eyes caught like Jalil
I'll is what I go so I sudafed,
Big dog nigga all ya'll fed
in the wall all through the vent
Still got to blow