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Jonathan Lam
Jonathan Lam
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It ain't really what you all about, I just think you're kinda loud (yeah) I just hope that you can run for miles, go on to chase me for hours (yeah) While I think that you are pretty, you ain't really have an effect on me I know that I be sounding selfish, but y'all know this dick ain't free Awaiting, ain't waiting, I'm tryna pick up my savings, I'm tryna to make up a living From words that I have written My desire, for you to listen, I describe another moment Chick with a booty, why are 5 foot shorties the most ratchet Better close the liquor cabinet. Cause we take half of it, no Lazarus But now im at the party with the baddest chick Im happy then one moment later its black, im tryna pick up my facts Once im down in the drainage, I ain't ever going back I aint ever showing up, im just steady blowing up Go and take a trip to the poles if that aint cold enough Cause I ain't fuck with anyone that don't fuck with us When I'm touring you ain't gon see me in clubs, I'm getting dubs I'm getting love, the money more than enough Im tryna raise my princess in a world that's not corrupt Now it's up to us, before we back to dust, tryna leave this place better for those thats after us You see me rushin to the land of abundance I got a handful of nothin, I got my hand on a weapon See my ammo is hate, and I love to escalate discussions when a homie is desperate, there ain't nothing you can tell em When he slide thru the function, pussy on his noggin Hope the pussy come aknockin, back to his studio apartment Hard to stay true but regardless he ain't ready to be a father Cause how can he take care of two, when he facing "your honor" Or sitting in a haze of marijuana, thinking about the days without a father Chill with older brothers, that'll teach him about the product He Aint really see a way out of all the nonsense So he just double down on streets he knows, embiid the process And He beat the process, on his knees thanking god, aint impede the odds Cause he aint supposed to be twenty five, today he twenty nine Just a matter of time before he died, so I guess why not live your best life
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