, just you and me) See, I'll run away, girl if you tell me that I'm just not your type Then I'm gone, bye bye baby 'Cause I wanna be with you the whole
with it, be crack hit it with the lyrical accuracy and harmony I'ma see who I ain't fuckin' with the Midwest you could try attackin' me and bombin' me I
width, I'm swift and I shoot the presents In essence count your blessings I got a Wessun if you riff I'm a nigga with SOULLLLLLLLLL, my last name should be Smith-sonian I'm
record I'm a star, that's bullshit What's the flavor Tim? Fuck what you heard, this rated 'R' I'm rated 'R', this is a warning Boy you can't fuck with me I'm
dawnn and I'm yawnin Natural bridge and kings highway is where I'm goin Wake up man and start blowin Gotta get those juices flowin Now I'm gonna tell
type of tic Lunatic, that's what I am that's what I said I am I'm try'n to be a millionaire I bet I am, I bet I am It's dem boys on dem porches in air
mornin', crack of dawn and I'm yawnin' Natural bridge and Kingshighway is where I'm goin' Wake up man and start blowin' Gotta get the juices flowin' Now I'm gonna tell
Kim Tryna tell you who I hit 'cuz I ran out of Bim Fast food so dangerous that I'm crackin' my rim Like why Taco Bell drive-through so damn slim I'm
young money I'm richer than I used to be I plant my seed in her garden now she root for me baby I'mma tell you truthfully I talk it and I do believe
I let loose almost anything, I love this game I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin I make too much money bitch I can't stop rappin I live the fast
's veins That I walk these dogs across this country, twice to stop the pain So, I'm handin' Tim the leash and when I do I hope you cry Now, tell these
Come up here and rub up on my thigh Bubba, won'tcha just do what I tell ya She got some good snapper Yes she do, dammit, didn't I tell you? I see you
, now look at him. John had only one, watch the mother mourn her only son. I'm doin' time, how long I don't know. I'll kiss goodbye my brain and
your own life part six You won't play again at abc When you're gonna ostracized like lawrence When I tell tim, I'm telling tim I'm telling tim, I'm telling tim
go Father Ray Mukada (mmm) I'm gon' need all the friends I could get cause I'm through with this shit Hit up Tim, yeah Tell me something good man Cause
. Turn it up turn it up Umm pump up up the beat and WC loc I'm like the Last Mohican The rock of the Glock tucker and I'm from outta the land of the hustlers
go As far as the one with Benzino did I'm waitin' for that next beef I'm cocked, locked and loaded I'm ready to go so bad I'm goin' bananas My dick'
plates (I miss you) Well Dame told me tell you he's doin well Due to the circumstances, it could've been Bellevue But I ain't got to tell you, you