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So this nigga Tax out
Why he me he don't eat ass my nigga
nigga wanna eat ass
Cas' out here with his wife, feeling left at
Its be lit!
Lit! anything is

1]
Dear beloved, how you up?
Whips still moving', we ain't up
Wish you was right rollin' up
I got with Chris Brown, man I'm blown' up
fake case hit me, like the car crash
But I still to your punk ass
On beat, they miss you in the
Who else bring that heat?
that interview with Meek
In the Wraith, still drinking
With the chase, used to get that by the case
And the bevel, they you a devil
You against the grain, you was law like the rebel

I know you waitin' on that from me
Charlamagne, said he's helpin' the bail money
And thats a fact, you help me out the
You got my for me, I ain't ever lookin' back
Just get you situated back
Even wax the situation wack
The Billy still with the Macks
I tried to swipe a fit, they ran a trapper Saks
I they know my face now
Run, got me all over the place now
Break you outta jail, give me one trial
This is how it sound a thug cry

2]
The lawyer know you more wiser
To ever turn Irving to the Gaza
Besides, you had the deals and
I heard the news, I swear to god, man I lost it
Pause
I met Jay Z, had a Roc Nation brunch it was
Cut a niggas off, niggas be shady
They never supported me, nigga can you me?
But I'm state to though
These niggas showin' love, but its fake
Yeah I know its gettin' bro
What you already know, be safe though