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Hey now, an all-star
But the you be with, they are sub-par
But the bitches you be with, be cock-blockin'
Hope you put the kid to sleep, they be
You could really get this meat, get this hot
And I'm way too rich to beef, I buy a body
And I kick my feet up and that's not karate
Yeah I really kick my feet up, let a massage 'em

Where ya ass was at when I was with the Hot
Prolly watchin' Blockin', eatin' popcorn
ya ass was at? You was in the drought, boy
I was prolly at the fight bringin' out

Say she me 'cause I'm laid back, she outgoin'
I a drank, pockets fat like Samoan
I just my goons I got it, I just waved 'em off
I just Tunechi I got it and he said, "Of course"
Lose my the only time I ever take a loss
I work too for takin' off, I'm takin' off
Really 'bout to see a billion, all in arm's
Sleep on a in the middle of two palm trees
My neighbors can't sleep, all hearin' is them cars screech
My bitch can't sleep, all she hearin' is them car
I'm sipped out and I'm way too tired to talk, please
I'm sipped out and I'm way too tired, I'm yawning

Where ya ass was at when I was 15 in a
ya ass be at when we be poppin' all these corks?
Where ya ass be at? Know you're prolly with dorks
I'm prolly some bitches that be poppin' pills and snort

in my mouth, no Swarovski
I'm hittin' notes with the pistol, oh I'm
And the money, come in
I'm movin' slow, Turtle, Lark Voorhies
From the treasure chest, inside was a
And Katrina had us out a RV
We had to stash and steal, balled, Steve
We had to and steal, balled, Steve Harvey
And we set a nigga up like
And your bitch plain, nigga, and car cheap
And we leave brain right there on your broad's cheek
And we leave stains right there on your offspring
And the purple rain right here in the drink
Yeah the purple rain right in the soft drink
And to fight the pain, nigga, a horse train
And we complain, nigga, and we don't blink

And you're dumb as hell and I swear his ass think
I think you run with 12 and I these hoes quiet link
I be so 'cause I swear his hoe's style's weak
I'm movin' slow as hell but the money comin'
I'm movin' slow as hell but the money godspeed

I just told a pussy nigga, "Call henchman, nigga"
I stole on a nigga mid-sentence, nigga
searchin' in a haystack for syringes, nigga
Dopeman got 'em flippin' some ninjas, nigga
Got 'em tweakin', got 'em lurkin', got 'em cringin',
That's them symptoms, nigga, I can prevent 'em,
Split a nigga's head in two, split decisions, nigga
Been to Hell and back, came back in condition, nigga
Feel Heaven winnin' racks, return to spend a nigga
Feel like Heaven's lackin' your attendance, nigga
Feel like stuntin', drop tops but not them windows, nigga
Toss out your demo, I ain't even your intro, nigga
I went Kimbo with this tempo, un momento, nigga
You my M.O., nigga, spit that A.M.M.O., nigga, blat

I ask my where ya ass was at
To all my Ceilings fans, I'm back, pushed the album back, fuck