#Fwt - e-dubble

53 bangers, 52 weeks

Mr 'never keep 'em hanging'

Like Mr. Cooper

Spit hot fire like my name was King Koopa

Cause i be on that tight next shit

7 foot white boy never get arrested

People get invested

My stocks going up all i needed was [?]

Hit it while he's hot, make it pop, make 'em work for it

Do some shit that makes you feel you need to go to church more

You're like a work horse, all up in that work force

All I do is murder beats and I'm tryna' murk more

I'm sticking to the plan though

Whats life with out a motherfucking gamble

Tight rope walking in sandals

When I look back, see what I've done handled

All them hard times with my eyes to the ground

My chin never up, comprising the sound

The tears gonna dry but the scars stay around

And I'm never gonna forget what I lost and I found

And I ain't gon' drown, I'm gon' live

Head above water, fuck treading I kick

I'm so ready, no radio stiff

When you hear my shit, hope you hear my shit

I be fucking with that

Make em all jump make em clap

I be fucking with that

Grind till the rubber band snap

I be fucking with that

Live till your soul gets old

I be fucking with that

Eat 'fore your food gets cold

I be fucking with that

When I wake up in the morning

I put my headphones on and go

I blast off like a mother fucking space ship

No I won't take shit, I'm in my zone

When my shit drop, make 'em all stop, make 'em go dumb

Virgin eardrums get fucked, make 'em all come

Yeah they stay wet, keep 'em on sprung

Fucking safe sex, they be on one

4-1-0-2-1-5, all I do is live, all I do is live

Never bitch, no more guilt, imma win it

I gotta couple records but I'm looking for a Guinness

And I'm never stating something I don't intend to finish

Popping shit cos I'm a Wallace, I graduated college

We got the kinda weed you'd only see if you're Obama

We got the kinda green you'd only toke if you were smoking

Go and legalize it quick, at least while Obama Care is broken

And yeah i see the paradox

Guns and butter you lose it like a pair of socks

Ain't shit funny, like Carrot Top

But those two tones ain't home so I'm rebel pop

I be fucking with that

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I be fucking with this

Put me on your Sorado, got me a bottle of mix

Malt liqueur, so I'm fittin' to trip

And all I know is go hard, I ain't fittin' to sip

So I be fucking with that, I be moving them unis

And I be fucking with people who live life just like the Goonies

I roll with Louis the dog

I promised mama a Grammy

And imma get it to her even if it take me a century

And I be fucking with that

Cause I be fucking with truth

Cold winter is coming, i got polo on my boots

[?] like what he gon' do

He's double XL tall so he ducks in the booth

I be fucking with that

I be fucking with that

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I be fucking with that

I be fucking with that

I be fucking with that

I be fucking with that

Hit it whiles he's hot make it pop, make 'em work for it

Work for it, all up in that work force

All I do is murder beats, and I'm tryna' murk more

Like a work horse

I be moving them unis

I be moving them unis

I be moving them unis

I be fucking with Goonies

I roll with Louis the dog, I promised mama a Grammy

And imma get it to her even if it take me a century

And I be fucking with that!