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

wine, sipping wine, cause my Henny finished
Hard to be friendly with women seen too many niggas
So I keep my circle small, you reduction
Never too friends, what is your circumference?
I swear to God, 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 my hunger's like a fucking model at a buffet
I'm with these broads who in love, they ain't any better
But dollar signs never mind, and he a zero
And if my heart could speak, it 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 they gon'
Young, wild nigga living the
I'm not who I'm destined to be
They saying, "Grow up"

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

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

I my girl don't 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 chasing
Get realized, and ain't no invading your set
high, getting by as my mind fly
Just bought my homie a Roley simply to pass
And on top it's lonely so keep your homies right by side
And if life is short we'll be the shorts of the Fab Five
Severed with any nigga who covet mine
And all the stunting got me looking ugly in eyes
But I gotta do it, these niggas need provocative
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
high, sitting down, thinking out loud
It's a shame niggas lame, but I'mma it down
Let my bread roll, let my friends go
That's why I let these dreads grow, I'll never fit your fucking
Getting high, getting by, time fly
Tell these I'mma get 'em every other time
Young, niggas sit in your seat
Know every weekend liquor for free
[?] believe, [?] bitch, I sow what I
Double M genius, these bitches so deep
I make these niggas' opinion on lyricists consistently weak
Put my cardio in the and you missin' the beat
I'm out, standing in every avenue, I'm good in the
Outstanding, shitting on niggas, but you sit you pee
up

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

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