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Paradise Freestyle
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Croosh
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I just want to ball like a roly poly I just want to ball rest in peace to Kobe b*t*h I got the force Obi Wan Kenobi I'll be here for a while, you should get to know me Throw me to the wolves we'll come out as homies Got to learn how to separate the real from the phoney They acting like we cool, but I smell baloney That Neumann mic is cool but I like my Sony I been around the block, got a few Jennies She ask we what's my body count, I told her "too many" Never dated a pornstar, but been in plenty Living life like a rock star, like Jimi Henny Getting better with time, I age like wine Plus I got bars for life, like Weinstein Too soon, but it's better than too late (true) I'm too true, stay away from the too fakes If you got fake follows, that means you fake leading And if that's hard to swallow, it's cuz it ain't sweetened I tell her "raw" like I'm from the east, but I'm from the west Take a guess I'm in Venice Beach chilling with some model-esques, yes It's like chess in this industry, gotta think three steps ahead before you finish me (b*t*h) b*t*h please, I'm well seasoned (so don't call my phone unless we talking velveeta) Life is 5'6 so I do as I please Used to curve me, now I got her on her knees Been at this for a while, I planted so many seeds Waiting on the right time, to harvest my money trees And no one ever said it would be easy And no I don't expect a f**king freebie And yes I'm in the kitchen every day cooking up, getting greasy Strumming on this Gibson like my name is Easy It's hard to make it to the top when you tugging on my ladder But it gets a little better once I recognize the patterns I been learning how to listen to the bullsh*t and the chatter Once I found my inner peace, it's like it doesn't even matter what they say Problems that come with being self-made You want a piece of the pie, that you ain't ​help bake Still independent and I'm well-paid I know you hate it, hope and pray that my wealth fades But I don't mind, sh*t out of sight Long days and longer nights Trynna make it to paradise I been growing out my wings, time to take flight I been working so hard, but I don't feel sore I won't stop until I'm Top 100 Billboard It's not a whole lot of things that I would kill for But baby this the type of sh*t I was built for (wooshy)
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