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I Still Fuck With You
Mr. Carmack
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They say Raj, hey baby you a motherfucker, I know
Niggas talk a lot but they ain't touchin' my soul
I tell you I love you, and then I'm back on the road
I'm packing it in, when I start packing my clothes
My papa need a kidney, my ma deserve a Bentley
I see 'em both comin', that's not coincidentally
I retire in my thirties, 'cause I hustled in my twenties
I'm old school, like nice and sweet jimmies, oh
I'm old school, like nice and sweet jimmies, oh
I'm old school, like nice and sweet jimmies, oh
I'm old school like KBLX, back when your mama were prominent
Know that I ran it before the scholarship, I'm dominant
I should be congressman, higher politic, promises
Know that my mental temple is Solomon, godliness
Light years ahead to state the obvious
It's obvious you tracked an illusion, what sort of cockiness, conciousness
Make the right choices or face the consequences
Herb like the botanist, champagne bottomless
Pull a nigga up one time
Life is better not giving no fucks sometime
Quicksand I be feelin' stuck sometime
Weak in the knees, with nowhere to run sometime
I wonder what demon runs my mind
I swear that he do too much sometime
I need more sunlight, more time to myself
The only one I can trust, the only one never fails
Lately I've been whipping it like my momma with the bill
I'ma keep up, we're cuttin' and jabbin' till I'm Mohammad with the belt
Diamond how I'm shining on a bitch, I bet it all myself
Tryna be better than myself, bitch I'm indebted to my future
With some Cali groupies, slappin' Cali oochie
Smokin' Cali's finest dope (that's some good weed, my nigga)
The highest low, I know (I swear to god)
They say Raj, hey baby you a motherfucker, I know
Niggas talk a lot but they ain't touchin' my soul
I tell you I love you, and then I'm back on the road
I'm packing it in, when I start packing my clothes
My papa need a kidney, my ma deserve a Bentley
I see 'em both comin', that's not coincidentally
I retire in my thirties, 'cause I hustled in my twenties
I'm old school, like nice and sweet jimmies, oh
I'm old school, like nice and sweet jimmies, oh
I'm old school, like nice and sweet jimmies, oh
I'm old school, like nice and sweet jimmies, oh
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