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Lord, my all, what you of it?
Been on this long road luggage
As proceeds, preoccupied with everything
I think it's 'bout I sing of nothing

Sipping wine, sipping wine, cause my Henny
Hard to be friendly with women seen too many niggas
So I keep my small, you need reduction
Never too much friends, what is your
I swear to God, times is hard, but getting better
Tryna enjoy moment, but see we so competitive
Gubana made the level, and I never missed a
But still my hunger's like a fucking at a buffet
I'm with broads who in love, they ain't seen any better
But dollar signs never mind, and he keep a
And if my could speak, it would talk to freaks
And leave the room when a nigga try to with 'em
Getting high, getting by, time fly
Tell my niggas, I'ma get 'em if gon' ride
Young, wild nigga the dream
Although I'm not who I'm to be
They saying, "Grow up"

Lord, my all, you think of it?
on this long road accumulating luggage
As proceeds, preoccupied with everything
I think it's 'bout time I of nothing

Been on this long road luggage
As time proceeds, with everything
I think it's 'bout time I of nothing

I my girl don't turn to my baby mother yet
But in fact I do, I need by boo to my shit in check
And shit get when dreams of chasing respect
Get realized, and ain't no invading your set
Getting high, by as my mind fly
Just bought my homie a Roley to pass time
And on top it's lonely so keep your homies right by your
And if life is short we'll be the shorts of the Fab Five
Severed with any nigga who covet mine
And all the got me looking ugly in momma's eyes
But I gotta do it, these need provocative music
And as a momma worked too much to have an influence
and music, a bunch of bitches acting too foolish
You be stupid, even Tim Allen had him a tooly
Getting high, sitting down, out loud
It's a shame niggas lame, but hold it down
Let my roll, never let my friends go
That's why I let these dreads grow, I'll never fit your crown
Getting high, getting by, time fly
these niggas I'mma get 'em every other time
Young, wild sit in your seat
Know weekend every liquor for free
[?] believe, [?] bitch, I sow I reap
Double M genius, make these bitches so
I make these niggas' opinion on lyricists consistently weak
Put my in the rdio and you missin' the beat
I'm out, standing in every avenue, I'm good in the
Outstanding, shitting on niggas, but you sit you pee
up

Lord, my all, you think of it?
Been on long road accumulating luggage
As time proceeds, preoccupied with
I think it's 'bout time I of nothing

Been on this long accumulating luggage
As time proceeds, preoccupied everything
I think it's time I sing of nothing