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Aye, broken feel like I'm sinning again

I win in the winter but shit get depressing so I cannot live it again

The file is here

And the style is here

We did it again

I tried to go back to hoes, but I think I'm better off rapping again

Aye, the mind is getting cold

I hope that you know that you really the one

My eyes are closed when I am alone, I feel the heat and the light from the sun

Don't ride with a gun, I got some angels protecting me so I am not gonna run

The life of a son

My father blessed me with all of this life

I think that it's fun (I think that it's fun)

Nowadays she actin moody

And she telling her friends damn I knew it

Checking her traits off my list so

Why don't we go and just do it

I'm taking a risk and I'm making a wish that I get with these twins, but I blew it

All my dreams they be getting real lucid

She be feeling herself to my music

Damn I am Ballin (Uh)

Wake up hoe, I'm calling (Damn)

Waking up the city (Damn)

I'ma hit up Colin (Aye)

Looking for my wallet, cuz I usually keep it right with me

Ima be real disappointed, if that girl really wanna trick me

When I leave the place where they holding on, and I know that they gonna miss me

This cologne she smell in my zone, now she gettin close saying she gon' kiss me

I got too many clothes in my wardrobe I don't wear em but it still fit me

I'ma just donate to the bitches, I don't really care cause I'm still dripping

Aye, A lot of the chatter from haters, so I'ma just make sure I stick to myself

I ain't gonna work like a slave, Ima make the money work for me

Dead presidents double my wealth

And trust me boy I'm doing well

You really stuck in the matrix boy get out the cell

If you really scared of the world, just ask for some help, so you can just get it yourself

Get racks now

So you can spend it before you end up in the ground

Where's my crown

We in a castle this isn't a regular house

Jump in the cuzzi that bitch got a fountain

We up so high like on top of a mountain

I'm sorry if I did not listen to you gotta get back on track cause I'm gettin lost counting

Aye, broken feel like I'm sinning again

I win in the winter but shit get depressing so I cannot live it again

The file is here

And the style is here

We did it again

I tried to go back to hoes, but I think I'm better off rapping again

Aye, the mind is getting cold

I hope that you know that you really the one

My eyes are closed when I am alone, I feel the heat and the light from the sun

Don't ride with a gun, I got some angels protecting me so I'm not gonna run

The life of a son

My father blessed me with all of this life

I think that it's fun (I think that it's fun)

Nowadays she actin moody

And she telling her friends damn I knew it

Checking her traits off my list so

Why don't we go and just do it?

Stop showing it off

If you can't handle the heat from the boss

Price of my kicks cost more than your office

We switching the beat, cuz my flow got all of these options

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