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And I'm a man of my word, I [?] at all
So me now does it hurt, or is it too late?
I'm a man of my law, I gotta keep my up
But who lean if I fall?
But mind, I'm fly, you know

She the type to seek love and it everlasting
I'm the type to wake up and say you're never
I I fucked the girl with hella passion
But cold how we smashing
Left her on a separate mattress
I think about it makes better
Good excuse for my absence like "Flacko where ass been?"
Heard you down fashion, now yo ass is acting
I'm off the acid, now yo ass is looking massive
This ain't the shit equipped with columns my reckless swagging
that dark house party with this record blasting
Rolling spliffs, beside me, fingers Liberace
When I seen this bitch in Venice, and some [?]
I'm all alone though, mood makes me bop slower
on how I shifted pop culture
Changed Hip-Hop on ya, smoking like a rasta was my pops
I be damned if I die
I'll be sure to Pac for ya

And I'm a man of my word, I [?] at all
So tell me now it hurt, or is it too late?
I'm a man of my law, I keep my weight up
But who will lean if I
But mind, I'm fly, you know

Shout outs my pretty in the spot tonight
Let em see fuckin' hands
And for the freaks that love the niggas the Jeeps
Lex, coupes and the Beamers and the Benz, come
my death calls, I pray the Lord accept collect calls
Cause I be playing with these women like they're sex
Call my prior, cause it's dropping next fall
you [?], my closet like the Met ball
She said, "I just love it when you soft-spoken
Up in the magazines your teeth all golden"
Took the whole year off just to learn to beats
Dropped the on my release and leave the streets all smokin
That touch your music, I get you higher, grab your lighter fluid
Might add a preacher and a to it
I speak the music, hallelujah
striving, prosperous [?]
Even can't tell you how he do it
Sit and watch me do it

And I'm a man of my word, I [?] at all
So me now does it hurt, or is it too late?
I'm a man of my law, I gotta keep my up
But who will if I fall?
But mind, I'm fly, you know

Okay let's get past all the swag trapping and fashion
You want take it to gats or keep it in rapping talking
They rapping bars it get embarrassed, it actually often
You my son my last abortion, I'm just laughing often
I changed rap with fashion four way, I'm that important
You jack my style, she jack me off, and y'all both acting
Jiggling baby, nah, go bitch
Ain't nothing than the pretty big forehead bitch
Listen close I got some shit to you, motherfuckers get familliar
It's not just bitches on my genitalia
Did Azalea's from Australia, trips to
Cinderella's under my umbrella for weather
Ella, ella, ay just play it like I tell ya
Niggas taking pictures any we get together
And to fly away one day just like some love birds
Only one word I'm of is beloved

More power to you, more power to you my one
power to you, more power to you my lonely one
More to you, more power to you my lovely one
What's up bruh? That all
With friends like you, who friends
the best advice is no advice
Especially when it's advice
Man
Your man was on stage dressed a family member
Man everything to Ye Guevara
That means Laurent is my Zara
I remember Rochelle wanna fuck me with the polo
Ay bitch you missed out, hashtag
I got one child, one
But I'm fuckin', fuckin', like I'm tryna make four more
wanna throw me under a white jail
Cause I'm a black man with confidence of a white