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[Intro]
Hello? What the deal? Bet

[Hook]
I got two phones, one for the plug and one for the load
I got two phones, one for the bitches and one for the dough
Think I need two more, line bumpin’ I’m ring, ring, ringin’
Countin’ money while they ring, ring, ringin’

Yeah, it's your boy Malachi
Kissin' me below my navel
Lickin' you below yours
Doin' some grown folks shit

Let me lick you up and down say shawty
I wanna do you things let's get it started
I wanna sing my song for you at my party

[Intro]
Know I'm into playing solider and I'm into boxing
Every round fresh body you know how I'm rocking
I don't usually do this
Every round fresh body you know how I'm rocking

[Bridge]
Hoping and praying that you gon' give it up tonight

[Hook]
My heart, my heart, callin' out to you
And the arms of a stranger, callin' out to you
And we don't even talk anymore
We never knew separation anxiety before
Every time the leaves are changing
It's the loneliest time of year

Back on the grind back on my toes
When they let me out I’m gone
I’ve been down for too long
But now I’m coming home
Better than I was before
I said I’m back on the grind back on my toes
When they let me out I’m gone
I’ve been down for too long

[Produced by The Hipaholics]

[Intro]
Don't say his name and make him famous
Pelican fly
Fuck it make him pay you
Operator of attention operator (?)
If someone's gettin' impatient

[Intro]
Get up on my level, get up on my level, get up on my level, get up on my level, get up on my level, get up on my level, get up on my level, get up on my level

[Verse 1]
Tongue kiss and I'm biting public (Can't see you niggas)
No feelings ain't no bitch I'm trustin' (Can't see you niggas)
Faces that she make disgusting (Can't see you niggas)
Throwin' dick inside her stomach (Can't see you niggas)

Option the spring cleaner popular being seen
Talking candy I was thinking
Of aquamarine green serve by the empties
Throw it out tha window
I got work who tryin to get it
I’m going outta business drop your money off
I get my bitch to throw it out the window
Newman bought a box of Goodies

From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean

I'm having million dollar dreams
I'm dreaming of a million dollar night
First class on the flight
Funny we a lot alike screw when I'm sleep
Tryna make it come to life
Talkin go and get whatever
Funny we a lot alike the blocks crooked
No rock music the cops lookin the rock pusha

Pretty hair
Puerto Rican shawty don't like thugs
Baby mother's proud of me
She think I don't sell drugs
Nights without the rubber
Emergency contraceptive
Eat the pill or the steel
I'm workin I'm gettin better

Hit the block
Hustling hard dodging the squad car
Popping off, running your charms
Front of the fire star
Die hard, living to feel, killing is my job
Body on the hind me when
The shot at your blunt
Living the star, get them starred

[Intro]
Diamonds really diamonds
And I'm shining bright ‘cause I'm really grindin'
They ask me if I'm real, I say "is you serious?"
My daughter gon' love this bitch here

[Hook]
All my diamonds shine ‘cause they really diamonds

Oh my god look up there, what is that?
I'm tripping, everybody around me got them
Looking up like I
Had to seen something you heard me?
I have officially uh, made my transfigurment
It was Kevin Gates but you are
Officially rocking with Gates Weenie
Who you want, what you want? Gates uh uh

Say, say Tasha say Brianna run over there and
Bring me my cup ya heard me
Bring me that right there
Nigga already know my swagger sit on the
Ceiling with hopes of grabbing a million
If rap don't happen to happen it's
Back to bagging and pitching
How can a child heed they father

"Stop Lyin'"

[Intro:]
Ahhhh
Own up to your bullshit
Yeah it's about that time, damn don't you look foolish
Cause you know, I know, you know you lyin'
Yeah right, uh huh, yeah right mhmm, yeah right stop lyin'

The game on freeze
But I be trapping in and out it
You gotta believe
That there ain’t no other way around it
I can’t sleep but pray to God
That he find me the shit won’t cease
They say they found another body
In the streets of BR

I got a trap girl
(I ain't tell you about my trap girl?)
I'm a talk about me
Then I'm a talk about my trap girl
(I ain't tell you about my trap girl?)

Bricks! 27-5 call me outta town shawty
I'mma drop it off, I'll be outta town shortly

They say we moving to fast, big deal-bite us
Other side of the class the
Slim chicks like us other side of the glass
Shooter windshield wiper
Now the tears on my side and
You still can't wipe them
A lot of baby mamas hard to
Feed them from the pen

Anything lost can be found again
Except time wasted

A vision without action
Is merely a dream
Action is the pride
It the hustle
It's the persistence