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

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

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

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

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 when dreams of chasing respect
Get realized, and no team invading your set
Getting high, getting by as my 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 we'll be the shorts of the Fab
Severed with any nigga who covet mine
And all the stunting got me looking ugly in eyes
But I gotta do it, these niggas provocative music
And as a youth momma worked too much to an influence
Rapping and music, a bunch of bitches acting too
You gotta be stupid, Tim Allen had him a tooly
high, sitting down, thinking out loud
It's a shame lame, but I'mma hold it down
Let my roll, never let my friends go
That's why I let these dreads grow, I'll fit your fucking crown
Getting high, getting by, time fly
these niggas I'mma get 'em every other time
Young, wild niggas sit in seat
Know every weekend every for free
[?] believe, [?] bitch, I sow I reap
M genius, make these bitches so deep
I make niggas' opinion on younger lyricists consistently weak
Put my in the rdio and you missin' the beat
I'm out, standing in every avenue, I'm good in the
Outstanding, on niggas, but you sit when you pee
up

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

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