And I'm a man of my word, that I [?] at allSo tell me now does it hurt, or is it too late?I'm a man of my law, I gotta keep my weight upBut who will lean if I fall?But never mind, I'm fly, you knowShe the type to seek love and make it everlastingI'm the type to wake up and say you're never havingI mean I fucked the girl with hella passionBut it's cold how we smashingLeft her sleeping on a separate mattressI think about it makes better practiceGood excuse for my absence like "Flacko where your ass been?"Heard you down with fashion, now yo ass is actingI'm tripping off the acid, now yo ass is looking massiveThis ain't the shit equipped with columns from my reckless swaggingThis that dark house party with this record blastingRolling spliffs, clique beside me, fingers LiberaceWhen I seen this bitch in Venice, Tommy and some [?]I'm all alone though, mood music makes me bop slowerTrippin' on how I shifted pop cultureChanged Hip-Hop on ya, smoking like a rasta was my pops cultureI be damned if I die soberI'll be sure to visit Pac for yaAnd I'm a man of my word, that I [?] at allSo tell me now does it hurt, or is it too late?I'm a man of my law, I gotta keep my weight upBut who will lean if I fall?But never mind, I'm fly, you knowShout outs my pretty women in the spot tonightLet em see them fuckin' handsAnd for the freaks that love the niggas with the JeepsLex, coupes and the Beamers and the Benz, come againWhen my death calls, I pray the Lord accept collect callsCause I be playing with these women like they're sex dollsCall my Prada prior, cause it's dropping next fallDon't you [?], my closet like the Met ballShe said, "I just love it when you speak soft-spokenUp in the magazines with your teeth all golden"Took the whole year off just to learn to make beatsDropped the flames on my release and leave the streets all smokinThat touch your soul music, I get you higher, grab your lighter fluidMight add a preacher and a choir to itI speak the father's music, hallelujahAlways striving, prosperous [?]Even Montell can't tell you how he do itSit back and watch me do itAnd I'm a man of my word, that I [?] at allSo tell me now does it hurt, or is it too late?I'm a man of my law, I gotta keep my weight upBut who will lean if I fall?But never mind, I'm fly, you knowOkay let's get past all the swag trapping and fashion talkingYou want that take it to gats or keep it in rapping talkingThey rapping bars it get embarrassed, it actually happens oftenYou my son like my last abortion, I'm just laughing oftenI changed rap with fashion four way, yeah I'm that importantYou jack my style, she jack me off, and y'all both acting awkward?Jiggling baby, nah, go ahead bitchAin't nothing better than the pretty big forehead bitchListen close I got some shit to tell you, motherfuckers get familliarIt's not just model bitches on my genitaliaDid Azalea's from Australia, trips to VenezuelaCinderella's under my umbrella for different weatherElla, ella, ay just play it like I didn't tell yaNiggas taking pictures any time we get togetherAnd hope to fly away one day just like some love birdsOnly one word I'm afraid of is belovedMore power to you, more power to you my lovely oneMore power to you, more power to you my lonely oneMore power to you, more power to you my lovely oneWhat's up bruh? That all dependsWith friends like you, who needs friendsSometimes the best advice is no adviceEspecially when it's your adviceMan rememberYour man was on stage dressed like a family memberMan everything basic to Ye GuevaraThat means Saint Laurent is my ZaraI remember Rochelle ain't wanna fuck me with the poloAy bitch you missed out, hashtag #FomoI got one child, one childBut I'm fuckin', fuckin', fuckin' like I'm tryna make four moreThey wanna throw me under a white jailCause I'm a black man with confidence of a white maleHallelujah
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