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Yeah, when I grow up, you know what I wanna be? Take a seat, let me tell you my ridiculous dreams I wanna rap, yeah, I know it's hard to believe And I can tell you're already thinkin' I will never succeed But I'm okay with it, I admit the lyrics are weak I've been workin' on 'em, I'll be good eventually I understand you gotta crawl before you get to your feet But I been running for a while, they ain't ready for me, ah I know this prolly isn't really realistic And honestly, I might not ever make a difference But that don't make a difference, I'ma have to risk it I've been crunchin' numbers, you ain't gotta be a mathematician To see the odds ain't rootin' for me I can't lie though, it's kinda how I like it to be The underdog, yeah, you prolly think you know what I mean But what I'm saying is, they ever push me, I'm gonna swing, yeah I could go to college, get in debt like everybody else Graduate and prolly get a job that doesn't pay the bills That don't make a lot of sense to me, forget the Happy Meals I don't like the dollar menu, I would rather make a meal Huh? Make a mil'? Nah, I said make a meal Home-cookin', get the grill, how you want it? Pretty well? Everything I see is overdone to me, I'm not Adele But I'ma get a record deal and say hello to mass appeal When I grow up, I just want to pay my bills Rappin' about the way I feel (oh, yeah) I just want to make a couple mil' Leave it to the fam in the will (oh, yeah) I just want to sign a record deal Maybe buy a house up in the hills (oh, yeah) Might not be the best in my field But I guarantee that I'ma die real When I grow up Yeah, ayy When I grow up Yeah, yeah, ayy I'ma make 'em notice me, rhymin' like it's poetry Everything I oversee, I just like to overthink Mockin' me, you pay the fee No return and no receipts Those of you that don't believe, quiet, you don't know a thing Quiet when I'm tryna to sing Quiet when I'm making beats Quiet when I'm tryna to think Sorry, I don't mean to scream I just feel like no one really gets me and it's sad to see 'Cause someday I'ma grow up and show all of you it's meant to be (yeah) Anybody wanna hear me rap? (No) C'mon, let me play a couple tracks (no) C'mon, I can spill it really fast (no) You think I should throw this in the trash? (No) Tricked ya, haters, go away before I hit ya I am not a beggar or a kiss-up You don't understand? Well, I forgive ya I am not a quitter You ain't really think that, did ya? Maybe someday I could even be up on the radio Have a tour bus and maybe even play a couple shows Everybody in the crowd singing every word I wrote Tellin' me that I am not the only one that feels alone Huh? You feel alone? Yeah, I kinda feel alone Wonder if that feelin' ever goes away when you get old Will I ever make it as an artist? I don't really know Might not make a lot of dough I'ma have to try it though When I grow up I just wanna pay my bills Rappin' about the way I feel (oh, yeah) I just wanna make a couple mil' Leave it to the fam in the will (oh, yeah) (Leave it to the fam in the will) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I just wanna sign a record deal Maybe buy a house up in the hills (okay, oh, yeah) Might not be the best in my field (ayy, ayy, yeah) But I guarantee that I'ma die real When I grow up I just wanna pay my bills (woo) Rappin' about the way I feel (oh, yeah) (Yeah, the way I feel) Yeah, I just wanna make a couple mil' (ayy, couple mil') Leave it to the fam in the will (oh, yeah, to the fam in the will) I just wanna sign a record deal (woo) Maybe buy a house up in the hills (oh, yeah) (House up in the hills) Yeah, I might not be the best in my field But I guarantee that I'ma die real When I grow up

Nigga what the fuck? (what the fuck?) Homie I made you rich, paid your rent (damn right) Biting the hand that was feeding you This shit don't make any sense Nigga what the fuck? (what the fuck?) You know this is that real shit How you gon' forget who built this, huh? I'm the one who made the company all the millions Now you got problems to deal with Man, this is tough luck, see a couple weeks ago we was buds And the crew that was killing shit was us Till you turned on me homie, that's fucked up I ain't keeping this shit on the hush, hush On my chest I just carry too much stuff I done had it, enough is enough bruh Plus I needed something to get my buzz up You done fucked with the wrong dude Ain't no telling what Hopsin is gon' do, creepin' up on you Quit your sleeping, I told you "This a mutha'fuckin' journey we finna go through" If I ain't have so much to lose I swear to God I probably beat up and choke you Nigga this that raw shit That organic flow you probably see up in Whole Foods Shiver me timbers, something's fishy 'bout you Mr. D Ritter When I told you that I wanted new management Why the fuck you throw a fit and seem bitter? Why you catch an attitude whenever I question you About all my fuckin' percentages? I know why (why?), you've been bending it in your benefit Your honor, I'm innocent! This nigga crazy, I'm telling all of my people (you tell 'em) He taking all of my C-Notes (it's true) See he has a gambling issue He takes the cash and blows it all at casinos (damn) Uh-oh, when I bring up my royalties You start avoiding me, that's some disloyalty You woke up the evil boy in me, your ass is poisoning Tell me why you would destroy FV? This was a fucking vision that I had created with your brother But you too infatuated with the money You killed it and ran it straight into the gutter Now I think why'd I make D-A-M-E the boss? You keep pissing a whole lot of people off Our whole label came out with a weak result You on that same bullshit Tomica brought Nigga I don't know what you thought You think I can’t see the blood on the walls? Blood on the walls, that ain't going down nigga I don't know what you thought I can clearly see the blood on the wall Blood on the walls, that ain't going down nigga Ain’t got time for your bullshit, everybody knows you be on it Ain’t got time for your bullshit, everybody knows you be on it Ain’t got time for your bullshit, everybody knows you be on it Ain’t got time for your bullshit (Hold up, hold up I got some more shit to say, yo) It’s supposed to be Funk Volume isn’t it? Thought it was music, above all the business But you just said fuck all you niggas You tarnished the brand And you started a Funk Volume Fitness? Come on now really think Got us portraying something we really ain’t How we supposed to be ill When you on our website with a Shake weight Tryna be Billy Blanks, nigga thanks Fool ain’t nobody tryna lift weights We just wanna hit up the studio and just rap and do shows But you don’t understand the culture of hip-hop You a lame ass nigga Dame, half the crew knows New age Jerry Heller, a scary fella I hate your fucking name, every letter I'm very fed up, you acting like an ordinary heffa I’ma take you to the mortuary dress-up We gave you our trust then you had us cornered You got us a shitty label deal with Warner And if I confront you about it You tell me I need counselling and I got a disorder You sent me on tour and it’s horror Shitty hotels, no sleep with no food to order Meet and greets every single day, it’s torture How you expecting an A1 performer? Every time something’s wrong it’s the same thing Blah-blah-blah-blah, you just blame me Then you tell Brooklyn and Jammie Now they both thinking I'm crazy I deal with this on the daily My career mentally rapes me I won’t let this nigga break me He praying Dizzy Wright is gon’ replace me, shady What are your fucking motives Dame? Let’s talk about it You’re our manager, our label-owner, our accountant That’s kinda tricky, something is fishy, that’s risky We just don’t even know We go with the flow while you rowin’ the boat You keeping us simple minded Cause you knowin’ our only concern is just hopin’ we blow So when all the money come in from our album and tours You sit there and soak in the dough When did we ever ask about the gross? When did we ever ask about the net? You would just hand us money from our shows Cause you knew we wasn’t questioning the checks Nigga I trusted you with my life You upped your percentage so I'm making less? Fuck you bitch, you get no respect This is why Hop is coming for your neck (Bless) All you care about is making money You don’t care about a fucking soul though You just fluctuate our dollars up and down at your convenience like a fucking pogo You been screwin’ everybody on the label on the low And they don’t even know though So good luck Jarren, Dizzy, Hoppa, SwizZz, I'm going solo Nigga I don't know what you thought You think I can’t see the blood on the walls? Blood on the walls, that ain't going down nigga I don't know what you thought I can clearly see the blood on the walls Blood on the wall, that ain't going down nigga Ain’t got time for your bullshit, everybody knows you be on it Ain’t got time for your bullshit, everybody knows you be on it Ain’t got time for your bullshit, everybody knows you be on it Ain’t got time for your bullshit, everybody knows you be on it [Joel Olsteen] Change is one of the most difficult things that we face, but change is inevitable One reason we don’t like change is we get comfortable where we are We get used to our friends, our job, the place we live And even if it’s not perfect we accept it because it’s familiar What happens is because we’re not willing to change We get stuck in what God used to do instead of moving forward into what God is about to do Just because God’s blessed you where you are doesn’t mean you can just sit back and settle there You have to stay open to what God is doing now What worked five years ago may not work today If you’re going to be successful you have to be willing to change Every blessing is not supposed to be permanent Every provision is not supposed to last forever We should constantly evaluate our friendships Who’s speaking into your life? Who are you depending on? Make sure they're not dragging you down, limiting you from blossoming Everybody is not supposed to be in our life forever If you don't get rid of the wrong friends you will never meet the right friends

Pretty white bitches sniffin' cocaine My trap house live like the "Soul Train" I had a dream when I was a young nigga (me too) Bad bitches Young live money, big pound of weed in that motherf*cker Gang gang, yeah If she ain't pretty, she can't ride with me (hell no) If she ain't got ass, I don't wanna smash (no thank you) Weed so good, I don't wanna pass it(whoooo) All I smoke is killer (strong), your bitch look like "Thriller" (damn) I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (skrrt) f*ckin' with the realest, don't know a nigga realer (aye) Yeah, I can show you how to make that money triple (work) Took her out to eat, f*cked her on the river (huh) Syrup sipper, and she full of that liquor (yeah) Took her out to eat, f*cked her on the river (yeah) She started with me first, pulling on my zipper (yeah) She thick-alicious, so you know I had to hit her God damn, hell no, boy you know I didn't kiss her (no) I'm from Memphis you know I thought about pimping her(yup) G's up hoes down I might break a bitch like I break down a pound Want the work for cheap jump on a plane go out of town Yeah you see that boy ain't solid make that p*ssy stay from round All I wanna do is count money and lay up with my lil' bitch Rich niggas ain't dumb, dumb niggas ain't rich If she ain't pretty, she can't ride with me (hell no) If she ain't got ass, I don't wanna smash (no thank you) Weed so good, I don't wanna pass it(whoooo) All I smoke is killer (strong), your bitch look like "Thriller" (damn) I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (skrrt) f*ckin' with the realest, don't know a nigga realer (aye) Yeah, I can show you how to make that money triple (work) Took her out to eat, f*cked her on the river (huh) All I smoke is killer (strong) Gotta shout out Killer (hey) See me in the club, I be standing next to killers (woah) Got a crib in Cali so my car ain't got no ceilings (drop?) Smellin' like that KK when I walk into the building (hey, hey!) Bank roll, tryna get another million (racks) Get jammed up he gon' sing like Bryson Tiller (damn) Garage look like the dealer (haha) Y'all don't look familiar (who is you?) Plus I rep them Steelers (yeah) Don't care what the bill is (aha!) Buy it all, buy it all, buy it all I met the bitch on the first night, she gon' try it all I feel bad for a nigga 'cause he keep tryna call Got a Rover at my crib, she'll be back to you tomorrow If she ain't pretty, she can't ride with me (hell no) If she ain't got ass, I don't wanna smash (no thank you) Weed so good, I don't wanna pass it(whoooo) All I smoke is killer (strong), your bitch look like "Thriller" (damn) I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (skrrt) f*ckin' with the realest, don't know a nigga realer (aye) Yeah, I can show you how to make that money triple (work) Took her out to eat, f*cked her on the river (huh)

[Wiz Khalifa] Yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah Everything gone a bitch, that means all on you I rock out and she rock diamonds on her collar too Ball all night like coups, I got guys that shoot I might drop my roof, I might light my doob Bitches getting curved don't deserve my juice Police getting swerved don't deserve no proof Drinking in the booth, smoking in the booth Your man need a clue, I don't respect the rules Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up Niggaa got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up [Snoop Dogg] Jumped off the pliz-ane with a bad bitch and friend, mane We in the cut, and she thick as fuck, P with me, so you know what's up Ayo B, C-O-D Your BM be DMing D-O-G She stumbled on to some grown shit, old as nigga with a long dick Chanika, Tanika, Tenisa, Juanita This a secret so I had to sneak her Cherry and Terry ate berries, 'cause Ares [?] My dude says as juice as some berries Gang gang, get cheese (cheese), pinpoint, pop Ps Marble floor for these alligators, now hit the P on that elevator [Wiz Khalifa] Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up (won't lie) Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up (won't lie, P) Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up (P) Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up (P) Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up (won't lie) Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up [Snoop Dogg] Yeah Said you ain't never walked on marble floor before? Mm You ain't never laid on a mink sheet before either, huh? Take those silk panties off We'll see what kind of fabric you working with Yeah Presidential penthouse suite, overlooking the whole motherfucking city Ya digg Gang gang Gang gang Gang gang Gang gang Gang gang Gang gang Gang gang gang gang

Is it recording? Love is life, and life is livin', fucking awesome yeah! I smoked a whole a damn pound, imma need another one Eyes closed I won't come down Only papers, no we don't fuck with blunts Nigga I just don't be sharing weed A nigga got pounds to burn that's apparent Just cause you up in this bitch Don't mean you gon' hit this shit You better roll somethin' Coughin' like you got a cold or something I'm tryin to o.d. off thc Nigga fuck around gave young khalifa a pound Smoke the whole thing up in a week Roll a joint put a worm around that motherfucker smoke it to the face Awww shit! nigga say he got some kk and he said he on the way Big p told me church, get money on em every single day So I want everything, every room, every plane, every place We mobbin'! Now every place that we go they say we can't smoke But we do it anyway because real g's smoke when they want When they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some more When they say put it out, it's to loud, we burn up some more Then we keep rollin' and rollin', and rollin' We keep rollin', and rollin', and rollin' We keep rollin', and rollin', and rollin' Nigga keep going Keep the kk blowin Snakes in the grass keep mowin' Ass so fat, look swollen Another city, state gotta show in Another airport gotta go in Reason why you hate I'm knowin Niggas got to much hoein' I keep rollin' up Drivin' a brand new car like the motherfucker stolen They don't understand what I'm doin' Money in my hand, 28 grams when I'm rollin' Been through newyork, london, paris and back Wooooo Sxsw only niggas smokin' on pack Rollin' the best Go on, get a bong, get a match Everybody get along, get attached Get a song, get a biatch What they say, every dog need a cat Pot heads need a joint to relax G pen full of wax 10 rolled cone joints, really fast No sticks no seeds in the bag Got reason to brag In the front Y'all b's in the back Pair of chucks, ripped jeans is the swag Little bitch we mobbin'! Now every place that we go they say we can't smoke But we do it anyway because real g's smoke when they want When they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some more When they say put it out, it's to loud, we burn up some more Then we keep rollin' and rollin', and rollin' We keep rollin', and rollin', and rollin' We keep rollin', and rollin', and rollin'

Man, I would say this shit easy but I don't even think about it no more I would have to think about it being easy for me to say some shit like that Just got back from a Cabo trip It was me, my family members and about six zips Everywhere my name on the list and I tipped 'em very well so they don't trip Wizzle Man on the beach gettin' lit And I show up clean if I'ma be at the event I'm comfortable as long as there's some weed lit More than a man, I'm a genius They compliment saying they never seen this We always gon' butt heads like Beavis You always start something up and leave it I'm gettin' stoned to celebrate my achievements I'm always gon' be ahead, we ain't even It's Taylor Gang, you with us, you ain't leaving These niggas be mad as fuck, I'm the reason I'm rolling the finest kush with no season I love to smoke more than you know, hey I'ma let it show, I love to smoke, hey I love to smoke more than you know, hey I'ma let it show, I love to smoke, hey Some people say that it's bad for you, but I really don't give a fuck I'ma keep rollin' up first thing in the morning Smoking J's till I get stuck And you probably say you sober so you got a clear mind Well, I got a clear mind too I know niggas who don't smoke who swear they living good They don't even work out as much as I do I know bitches who talk shit on me but will let a nigga lean and do all other dumb shit I'm a nigga who do what he want and say what he like But hey, that's what it comes with Who would've thought smoking weed in the basement Now I'm making five hundred million on Instead of hating on game, get someone to put you on That's hard I love to smoke more than you know, hey I'ma let it show, I love to smoke, hey I love to smoke more than you know, hey I'ma let it show, I love to smoke, hey T-A-Y-L-O-R G-A-N-G T-A-Y-L-O-R G-A-N-G T-A-Y-L-O-R G-A-N-G T-A-Y-L-O-R G-A-N-G