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Thinkin’ bout the journey up
I ain’t think that rapping bout me was boutta turn me up
I can’t think my life was that pretty of a story
But I was dead wrong like Biggie, the Notorious
Left a bitch, had her ass shittin’, crying, throwing up
Shorty tried to reach me by pigeon
Flying courier
Really had a lot of time to figure out it’s no way out
I am not like these other niggas
I am glorious
I just woke up at 27, I was going nuts
Private prison busy
Devil cheffing out the coroners
Father figures in the cigarette
Big poppa glowing up
My lil’ niggas started really steppin’
Not no hoe in us
I was living with my lil’ ex
Lighting —— up
Kaji in the cut, Kajoir, Kaj-warrior
I was paranoid as all fuck
I was worrying
All the sand boutta hit the bottom
I was hurrying
I need a motherfucking dollar
I was dirty broke
All the struggle ain’t even behind us yet
I know we know
My record was looking 0 for 3
Got the phone in hand, turn to water under all this heat like a snowman
You ain’t a boy no more
Baby you eat like a grown man
Prayed for more
Father God, please I belong here
Brought the wolves outta hiding
Queens boutta go ham
Marni had me walking overseas
Bout to go again
All these blessing brought me to my knees
Thinkin’ bout the journey up
I ain’t think that rapping bout me was boutta turn me up
I can’t think my life was that pretty of a story
But I was dead wrong like Biggie, the Notorious
Left a bitch, had her ass shittin’, crying, throwing up
Shorty tried to reach me by pigeon
Flying courier
Really had a lot of time to figure out it’s no way out
I am not like these other niggas
I am glorious
It was bitches pussy poppin’ out the window
Wish it flooded with some hunnids and some reds though
My lil’ partner need some guap
Her pockets dead broke
Molly popper, sniffer pop up at Lorenzo
I’ll probably fall in that shit proper off some Indo
Press that button, ain’t gon cross that one again though
They was busy pussy popping out the window
I was in the party, shorty talm bout “What we here for?”
She’s a winner (x16)
She’s the one that bring the cash to the stage
And she’s the one that put the passion to pain
Every season winter with her
the keys of Fenta-
She’s a regular, hella P’s of Splenda
She’s a tender
She’s a spender
She’s a spinner
She’s a sinner
She’s my regular Wednesday evening dinner
She’s the devil, ain’t no Jesus in her