I swear this gotta be the coldest shit ever
Fuck it– 80’s Bill Cosby knit sweater
I’m two of your coldest nights put together
Forgot to mention alone
Cause the shit that I be on, my bitch be on
And she between Etta James, King and Coretta, hey
Head up ID, cut off everybody
And I grew a set of them things that’s under my D
Griff, look what you created
A lotta’ wish I ain’t make it
Two different races
The money got them thinkin’ we related
I swear, someone need to tape this– the greatest
Grown man bidness, ain’t even hit twenty-one
Got my own damn business and my home ain’t rented
This ain’t a movie role
More like a movin’ road
Destinations where everybody gets the cue to go
I see my haters– you made it your business
Now you know
If it was meant to be, you would know
I started the fuse and, in a few, this shit’ll blow
I just wish y’all understood how I was brought up
Killed every situation like an unstable man caught up
And now I’m that open man in that fourth quarter

Sometimes I can’t believe that I got this far
In these times we try so hard
Gotta believe there’s a destiny
Only time will set me free
I gotta escape the fate
From a world where nothing waits
I gotta break the fate that lies ahead of me

Let’s make a toast for the ones who never made it
The family I cut off, the females I couldn’t stay with
Just felt like I needed to be surrounded by the A-list
A-list that’s separated by any other playlist
And ever since I made it I never thought I would say this:
Eff y’all
It’s like that y’all
And now my ego’s lookin’ bigger than my backyard
Money’s the mascot, supportin’ me like my team and the last shot
Used to be a problem, now ya girl sendin’ me ass shots
Wonderin’ how her bra strap pop
God, I’m like, “Damn, who is he? Why he gotta take it there?”
Mr. He-be-on-some-shit, he never make it fair
Surrounded by squares; it’s only right that I shake the yeah
Yeah, to whatever I feel is real
And now that my deal is sealed, it don’t matter how you feel
No longer afraid by that man in the mirror
And you can talk about money to me, it don’t compare
Head high, been grindin’
Somebody call up Ben Stein
Red Eye, get home, beat it up, goin’ to war–dead flies
Cartel till I murrr-effin’ die
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Sometimes I can’t believe that I got this far
In these times we try so hard
Gotta believe there’s a destiny
Only time will set me free
I gotta escape the fate
From a world where nothing waits
I gotta break the fate that lies ahead of me

See what I’m doin’ right here
It’s timeless
Laid back, cheer flow
Recline this
When I did it I ain’t hear y’all rappers rhyme since
Get your previous class
Rewind this



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