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Yo, [?] you good?
Everything about JPEG's I like
Yeah, yeah

All of my babies [?]
All my money [?]
Pretty thot make [?] cash in the mattress
I'ma be sendin' them nothing (Ooh)
Straight sl*t whippin' [?]
n***as can tell that you fronting, down for that
Every episode, I'm sick and I feel so digusted
p*ss drunk, thinking 'bout how n***as jealous of me when I loved (Mhm)
n***as ain't loyal [?] function
And you [?] crackers took the whole pint, gave you a [?]
Cut it out, [?] it out, pistol tote if you play with my passion
It's a whole new world but it looks like my [?] lagging, huh
White riders wanna pay me [?] can't handle the facts that I'm rapping
Unbelievable, young [?] stacking
Don't nobody wan' play with me, back up
f**k your [?] I do what I want now
Made a speed [?] bustdown

Forty-five and it came with three holеs in the trigger, the nеw ones got butterflies on 'em now
I think I am a killer, came back from Kuwait and these n***as is looking like targets now
I ain't sippin' no liquor tonight 'cause that court book got me feeling broken like Hardy now
And you n***as ain't n***as, you just became n***as 'cause n***as is making a profit now (Fake ass n***a)
White boy scared [?] post made black squares now
When you see me, better say it with your chest and you better have a vest, I don't waste rounds (Yeah)
Give a f**k about a check, give a f**k about respect
At the same jam [?] lay your body down
702, all I want is a sound
Armor, [?] give some lyricism (Ayy)
Twin kimbles, Prince and his blouse
Lost world when I'm back in the town
Stainless, I brought the raptors out
Bloodhounds, they be trackin' him down
Closer [?] n***as fear it now (Ha), yeah

Alright, last chance, enemies end up on last dance
Spendin' that pu**y, go back in, back out
Eating ass, feel like Pacman
Rich and been a black Batman
Industry don't wanna back him
It's alright though, still successful, government still wanna back me
All guns still registered, mm-hmm
Hipster n***as, so regular, up in Williamsburg, lookin' hella dumb (Fact)
I used to try to be nice to 'em, now I just know that they jealous of me
Faded all of my DMs (Yeah), apologize then delete 'em
Crackers threaten not to cover me
Whole staff white, ain't no colorin'
Must be a cab night, Eric Sundermann
corn, just smotherin' women
You threaten my money, I'm snatchin' your spirit
That's why I feel nothing for none of you b*t*hes
Leaders is rapists, wrestlers, y'all suspicious
That liberal lost to greed, really ain't hitting
f**k a time [?] do dishes
Your boss is a rapist, what did I do? I missed it
Black, beautiful, and damn, I'm gifted
You being white just got you that position
You not with the sh*t, you not good at business
You vague with your threats, I'm direct with my pistol

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