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So this nigga Tax out
Why he tellin' me he eat ass my nigga
This nigga eat ass
Cas' out with his wife, feeling left at home
Its be lit!
Lit! is yeah

1]
Dear beloved, how you up?
still moving', we ain't slowin' up
Wish you was right here up
I got songs with Chris Brown, man I'm up
fake case hit me, like the car crash
But I listen to your punk ass
On beat, they miss you in the
Who else gon' bring heat?
Like that interview with
In the Wraith, still D'USSÉ
the chase, used to get that shit by the case
And the bevel, they you a devil
You against the grain, you was law like the rebel

I you waitin' on that mail from me
Charlamagne, said he's helpin' with the bail
And a fact, you help me out the trap
You got my deal for me, I ain't ever back
Just wanna get you situated
Even wax said the situation
The Billy beefin' with the Macks
I tried to swipe a fit, they ran a outta Saks
I they know my face now
Run, got me all over the place now
Break you outta jail, just me one trial
is how it sound when a thug cry

2]
The know that you more wiser
To ever turn Plaza to the Gaza
Besides, you had the and endorsements
When I the news, I swear to god, man I lost it
this
I met Jay Z, had a Roc brunch it was crazy
Cut a couple niggas off, be shady
They never me, nigga can you blame me?
But I'm state to though
niggas showin' love, but its fake though
Yeah I know its late bro
What you already know, nigga be safe