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Nigga, I'm Sorry 4 The Wait, it's busy
Racing Ferrari Lil Reginae, that's gangsta
You know I always in second place
You hating, it's written all your fuckin'

Bitch you jealous, and I was
Bitch you jealous, stunt, stunt, shit nigga lie
Tell a fuck nigga, you jealous
I'm Sorry 4 The Wait apologetic, bitch you
Now us our cash and our credit

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Riding around like Pablo, still talking blanco
My nina sing soprano, so we going leave on a note
Come out my shell Rafael, and crack yours like a taco
Lil Wayne tougher than John
Make him change his name to Doe
It's me and my lil brother Capo, Lil G, and my bottom bitch
If I'm falling, it's bottom list, if I'm tripping, it's a power
Her pearl tongue like the gates
And what said I'll climb the
My other bitches gotta ride the bench, and that said
Bitch you jealous, I'm fly like my dreadlocks,
I think should here like ochella, my woman a queen coretta
And you sleep with the devil
I couldn't be JR for ever, I don't mean to ruffle feathers
But I had to spread my wings, ain't trying to get peppered
Got too pistols, too many issues, too many mistakes
Too many miscues, only me better, it turned me into
The man I am today, I'm new and I'm
I got my shit right, just you and a tissue
Suit yourself because this suit is a
Now the snow is just coming in, like I broke a
To an igloo, slow a bitch down like
I rather get screwed than scrutinize, I get used by a cutie pie
If she ain't fucking uber time
I rather be than supervised
You do the math, we do the
We pour and expensive wine
In guns, and shoot each other, uh
I get high, meditate like a monk, but postures when I get
And my goons is wilder than gunk, my is as bad as my don'ts
Met a kind of bitch with a donk, as long as the bitch got a donk
And I like, pussy, money, and weed
She "ool I like your cologne"
The niggas tested us flunk, so please study hard, study long
Kill yo wife then take the phone
And text you to please hurry
And the rain drops just turned blood
It looks like you come in from a storm
And if all cover walls, I hope you run into your own
I come with that heroin flow, I come that never before
My CMB days are dead, I ain't about ghost
I the MOB, we divorced
And all shit dead with out me of course
nothing, a zombie, a corpse
You yourself and was suppose to pass me the torch
Fuck it, I'll see you in forbes

I'm Sorry 4 The Wait
It's busy, searching my calender for better
You either turn the page, or tear the
Y M Young nigga, never age