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Lord, my all, what you of it?
Been on this long road accumulating
As time proceeds, with everything
I it's 'bout time I sing of nothing

Sipping wine, wine, cause my Henny finished
Hard to be with women who've seen too many niggas
So I keep my circle small, you reduction
Never too much friends, what is your
I to God, times is hard, but they're getting better
Tryna enjoy every moment, but see we so
Gubana made the level, and I never missed a
But still my hunger's a fucking model at a buffet
I'm with these broads who in love, they ain't seen any
But dollar signs never mind, and he keep a
And if my could speak, it would talk to freaks
And leave the room when a try to sleep with 'em
Getting high, getting by, watching fly
Tell my niggas, I'ma get 'em if gon' ride
Young, wild living the dream
Although I'm not who I'm to be
They saying, "Grow up"

Lord, my all, you think of it?
on this long road accumulating luggage
As time proceeds, with everything
I think it's 'bout time I sing of

Been on this long road accumulating
As time proceeds, preoccupied with
I think it's 'bout I sing of nothing

I pray my girl don't turn to my mother yet
But in fact I do, I need by boo to keep my in check
And shit get easier dreams of chasing respect
Get realized, and no team invading your set
high, getting by as my mind fly
Just my homie a Roley simply to pass time
And on top it's lonely so keep homies right by your side
And if life is short then be the shorts of the Fab Five
ties with any nigga who covet mine
And all the stunting got me ugly in momma's eyes
But I gotta do it, these niggas need music
And as a youth momma too much to have an influence
Rapping and music, a of bitches acting too foolish
You be stupid, even Tim Allen had him a tooly
high, sitting down, thinking out loud
It's a niggas lame, but I'mma hold it down
Let my bread roll, let my friends go
why I let these dreads grow, I'll never fit your fucking crown
Getting high, by, watching time fly
Tell these niggas I'mma get 'em every other
Young, niggas sit in your seat
Know every weekend liquor for free
[?] believe, [?] bitch, I sow what I
Double M genius, make bitches so deep
I make these niggas' opinion on younger lyricists consistently
Put my in the rdio and you missin' the beat
I'm out, standing in every avenue, I'm in the streets
Outstanding, shitting on niggas, but you sit you pee
up

Lord, my all, you think of it?
Been on long road accumulating luggage
As time proceeds, with everything
I it's 'bout time I sing of nothing

Been on this road accumulating luggage
As proceeds, preoccupied with everything
I think it's 'bout time I sing of