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Damn...
I do this for fun man
my job, dawg
All you see is the videos and the and the watch
And the bracelet, and
And you know, and more chains
Another chain on top of
And another on another finger, and another grill
And then I switch grills and I change chains
And all you see, but you know

'Ey
I wake up in the morning
Hit the snooze for hours
Get up, hop into a two hundred dollar shower
my teeth when I'm out it
Remote start the
Kiss my boy, kiss my girl, kiss my wife, and then I'm

Grind time a struggle to a hussle
"Aw man"s to "God damn"s
From a to a mussel
I ain't say you had it
But damn, did I
I have much
But if you tried to take it, bust ya
It feels like I done
'Cause every time I drive my past life
Right in front of my
'Cause I'm not one of guys
That remember shit,
Can't even go home and alone in this whip
'Cause everybody want him
But you got me up
If a gon' be on YouTube saying'
I ain't from my homes [?]

So I'm gonna goin' strong
And let you go out of season
As long as my is breathin'
I'm this for a lot of reason
I do it for my kids and they kids
And when I'm dead they to my grave
To tell me they kids did, yeah
tell 'em my style and how long I has hated on about it
And how it took twenty minutes to make a about it
Even though I was young I was actin' about it
Took some years, but they left me 'lone about it
Old folks cheering' me on 'cause they I got it
They see niggas get in the game and fold origami

But the only foldin' I'm doin' is when I'm at shows
Got 'em fainting' like Jackson, straight hos droppin'
Then I go home, safely homie, there's no
community
You know the code, partna
Walk up to the
look so proper
And six sittin' on 24" choppas
White folks in my think I'm the Dalai Lama
'Specially when I come outside roo sticky dima [?]

But everything good gotta bad
like the weekly drama,
You know, small shit,
Like girls saying' my baby mama
But this music has made me
I now understand
These is mad,
They assassinate me
Like Barack
But I graduated, School of Knocks, summa cum laude

On the of the stage
Like I am really 'bout to fuck crowd up
That makes me prouder, me a man
If you ain't doin' what doin'
You a fan
Damn, get on your please
And praise God that he you somebody
That can tell you niggas these things

Killa, R&B King, T.P.
The Jesus
A.K.A. the Lord of the Rings