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Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah

Got to navigate through it all

You know I was destined to ball

Got to navigate through it all

You know I was destined to ball

I be over encumbered but there's no limit to my threshold

Told to sit down and shut up but now I'm brave and so bold

No coke bowls

No choke holds

No broke souls

You got ice in your heart and horns on ya head like King Cold

DBZ

I do see

The almighty

Plan for me

c different breed

I am the Last of the Mohicans

I steady be seeking

These brothers be tweaking

I'm out on the weekend

Hard work instead of the freaking

I be making them

I be making them

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Heart of Gold met the Heart of Lead

He replaced the negative reaction in my stead

I'm out for bread

Watch where you tread

She in my bed

Old me is dead

You Sith I'm Jed

You do what's said

I think for myself

When books fall off I just stay on my shelf

They say I need help

But it's the opposite

She think she got me wrapped around her finger

But the smell of that pussy cat does linger

You know she screwing multiple dudes

You think she just wants you?

She stirring up that baby maker just like stew

The choice you make will matter

c year from now

When you broke off child support

From being milked like a cow

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You smoking out wasting damn time

Who knew that these niggas be obsessed with their own crimes

Instead of spending time on some dope rhymes

You got me turning green like some Nick slime

My backbone bigger than an elephant's spine

My mouth twist sour like I ate key lime

Every time I hear your wack rhymes

I move up like a treadmill incline

Or like Curtis Mayfield on a good day

With Bae

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