I got a day for these billies
It's meek to my dreams, watch my ink come pop a willie
Silly all this contraband it takes to make a killing

Even known the feeling maybe half appealing to your feelings
I mean, reaching on the stars was a free
And my mom past to bills had us moving back in knees

It's like work of an iceberg, take off your seat
I meant what's a tree without the leaves
I'm falling ^!$$%, they throwing shade like a ?^!$$%

I tried to alley yup but I'm no clipper
The fans say I'm cold like a devil winter
So you can understand why I gotta temp u

I'm heating, partially concedeed,
Falling back home, no lebron no receive that
Currency as a fetus, my blessings is moving slow

But my name is like your girl, guaranteed it's gonna blow

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I said, clap for him, clap for him, clap
I said, clap for him, clap for him, clap
Now keep your hands, I said

Now keep your hands, I said
Clap for him, clap for him


In the motel 6, dreaming of a wish I be working never since
Excuse me for this struggle and my truthful content
I just feel I be honest while these others just pretend

Before you skip my song and say he ain't lyrical
Homie I spit miracles, your $$# just like spiritual
College kids need me like milk need cereal

High like my verses, say I'm $#&@ing byblical
Moses to this thang now we feel god life
Gamble with the devil rolling 7's on my dice

Always beeing broke so my soul don't have a price
So if you dare to ask me I'll just say I'll live twice
Something like jesus fit my fans in the van

Like they fam much love to my work and mexicans
Only got 1 shot, I be damn not to bust
You would think I had a gun, the way got the heads up


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And they said, when'd you ever come land
When derreck got killed, yeah that might be the day
Cause you ain't in my face, you can't recognize my chains

Where I had on my ball spots, call that cold case
Getting lifted, I ain't got time for no intermission
I'ma need a soul sure to spit my whole mission

Missionary like a mama with too many women
They in love with the d that's they composition
Blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka, what they yelling now

Knocking, knocking, eviction nodes on my house
What they yelling out


If dreaming was a drug guess I need rehab
In need of high ?of these low hands
I'm high off life and the dealer is an $$#

If it come too fast, we'll call that baby little have
She say that I do too much and I drink too fast
I need that real house wife and not that tv %#@!

How the hell you can't cook but want a ring
And how you want a love story but can't sing
They say I put my bands for a 4 so I stop

The only raid on my hood is musical half ops
The yay is the ball but too nuty for a shot
Now I'm doing music while the ^!$$%s living by the rocks

No ? my patience is running out,
Living at my mama's house
Either ? all these girls on the couch, I should go to hell, damn

Oh no, get a blessing from the liquor store

You can turn to me, gone

You can tell that now we gone
One shot for my people dead on ?
One shot for my people dead on?

Cause we good, now we getting sure.