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

Bitch you jealous, and I was
you jealous, stunt, stunt, shit nigga don't lie
Tell a fuck nigga, you jealous
I'm 4 The Wait apologetic, bitch you jealous
Now us our cash and our credit

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

I'm Sorry 4 The Fucking
It's busy, searching my calender for days
You either turn the page, or the page
Y M Money nigga, never age