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Lemme be honest

Done being calm yeah Im done being modest

Bring me a couple of drinks

The louder the words the bigger the promise

That’s what you’ll get outta me

I been on go beginning of August

say I might need me a prophet

I been busy chasing profits

So, fuck an emotion be gone

Got so much people I gotta prove wrong

Got so much words that cant fit in a song

I’ll bump to the kids they’ll move it along

Love me the bitches with crystals and thongs

Love me a girl who can see when she’s wrong

I Argue it out, we move it along

Need me a nation no Mao Zedong

Yeah, a couple of boulders, a couple of sticks

Couple of photos a couple of flicks

Not for the draft but I’m already picked

Back on the road and I got me like six

It is what it is

Stunt on the haters then hand out the Vicks

Cause they getting sick

They getting sick, they getting drowsy

Park and hop into her box like its Downey

In there I flip it and kick it buttowski

Everything real, how can you doubt me?

How can you switch you ain’t been here without me?

That shit is lousy

That’s what you’ll get outta me

That’s what you’ll get outta me

Mess with the waters you’ll see

Only respect for all of my checks all of that shit guaranteed

Dont even call her or nun but she know the deal, she know all of my needs

Thats why I love her the best

Only effect is Im coming next