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This your boy Wiz man
And I'm a talk my shit, yeah,
I hope niggas is used to hearing my voice by now,
And if not, get to it

I woke up from a dream again,
Next to someone's daughter who I'll probably never again
You her a groupie hoe?
Ask me I say she a fan
Spending all her hours thinking bout what she do and when
I be on 747 flying frequent shit
You get all the press and try to for when I'm due to land
And get in the daytime, way about the PM
Tryin' to finish living out dream so I be sleeping in
And ask me if I'm lonely
I long as my money good cause she my one and only
Critics got they face up in my business nosy
But I'm just out here on for anyone who knows me
No, I ain't in my position comfy
Drinking bigger and ifa chief and bring oz
I stay with me some backup, in you run up on me
He gonna play the pastor, a nigga holy

call me the 501 Don
Mr. know he got a of 501's on
My strong and these hoes ain't shit but probably calls
Dog I met her at the club, we was up wildin
Made it to my we was both drunk, driving
Now you on lame shit, claiming you're my main bitch
Do us both a fav, don't text, call me, darling
I was to ball it's like Spaulding rolling
They say I'm the bomb and call Wiz, atomic
Hotter New Orleans, or a geoge foreman grill,
And Chevy eyes like Jalil
I'll is what I go so I sudafed,
Big dog all ya'll poodle fed
Money in the all through the vent
got time to blow