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

Sipping wine, sipping wine, cause my finished
Hard to be friendly with 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 moment, but see we so competitive
made the level, and I never missed a supper
But still my hunger's like a fucking model at a
I'm these broads who in love, they ain't seen any better
But signs never mind, and he keep a zero
And if my heart could speak, it would to freaks
And leave the room when a nigga try to with 'em
Getting high, by, watching time fly
Tell my niggas, I'ma get 'em if gon' ride
Young, wild nigga living the
Although I'm not who I'm to be
They saying, "Grow up"

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

Been on this long road luggage
As time proceeds, with everything
I it's 'bout time I sing of nothing

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

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

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