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[Verse 1]
Fuck if I get on, imma keep smoking
Hit me later on for some deep stroking
I’ve been writing songs just to keep coping
Check him every month, put a lease on it
Put a ring on it if you’re married to it
Lifestyle of the rich and foolish
All my wives just become music
All my dimes just become shooters

[Hook]
She told me
"No more late night leaving"
I told her, "Baby it’s the season
Everybody’s tryna make a way
And I can never trust a word you say"

[Verse 2]
Fuck if i get rich, I still got my brothers
You ain’t nothing new, you just singing covers
Don’t carry the torch if they call my number
I probably live on, I don’t use no rubbers
Summer Seventeen, and it’s hot’ than ever
Let’s go to my spot, just got it together
I don’t got no love, but I really do though
That’s how we get taught, Imma love my crew though

[Hook]
So she said
"No more late night leaving"
I told her, "Baby it’s the season
Everybody’s tryna make a way
And I can never trust a word you say"

[Verse 3]
I’ll be loyal baby, I swear I will be
If i step out of line, girl it’s still me
In a Audi, but I’m leaning like the Sun Impala
Acting boujee, girl I’ve never seen you at MET Gala
You a groupee, baby don’t go blame it on ya momma
Plus a dude is basic, probably take you to Cortana
Got beads in my bracelet, let me speak a little montra
Fake it till you make it, that’s the only way to prosper
I don’t see the difference between trap or doctor
Used to see the priest as someone with nothing to offer
Lately I’ve been talking like I got a holy father
Really always felt like music kept from a higher power
If i don’t speak my mind it was just a wasted hour
All in line for line let the story be about us

[Outro]
"No more late night leaving"
I told her, "Baby it’s the season
Everybody’s tryna make a way
And I can never trust a word you say"

[Verse 1]
Who am I that the highest King
Would welcome me
I was lost but He brought me in
Oh His love for me

[Chorus 1]
Who the Son sets free
Oh is free indeed
I’m a child of God
Yes I am

[Verse 1]
Free at last He has ransomed me
His grace runs deep
While I was a slave to sin
Jesus died for me
Yes He died for me

[Chorus 2]
Who the Son sets free
Oh is free indeed
I’m a child of God
Yes I am
In my Father’s house
There’s a place for me
I’m a child of God
Yes I am

[Bridge]
I am chosen, not forsaken
I am who You say I am
You are for me, not against me
I am who You say I am
I am chosen, not forsaken
I am who You say I am
You are for me, not against me
I am who You say I am
I am who You say I am

[Chorus 3]
Who the Son sets free
Oh is free indeed
I’m a child of God
Yes I am
In my Father’s house
There’s a place for me
I’m a child of God
Yes I am
I’m a child of God
Yes I am

[Intro: Derez De’shon & DJ Envy]
Derez De’shon (yeah)
This is the remix
I got dreams of livin’ lavish, in the kitchen whippin’ magic
DJ Envy, Derez De’shon
I got dreams of livin’ lavish, in the kitchen whippin’ magic (bad, bad)
Yo Gotti, 2 Chainz
Bad bitches, bad habits
We got London on da Track
Yeah

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti & DJ Envy]
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I had to grind for it (word)
Ain’t battle rappin’ none of these niggas, ain’t got time for it (nah)
My homies gon’ bust me, I’m livin’ luxury, rockin’ this Tom Ford
My mind been through, the Hardaway (Penny)
I went bought a Audemaur today (plain) (Envy)
I was sellin’ cocaina, I was in the dope but the meaner
Yeah, I fell in love with the white girl (white girl), on the first day that I seen her (yeah)
Dirty money, put it in the cleaner, big head hundrid like Gina
Shootin’ bullets, goin’ back and forward like a nigga playin’ tennis
Must be Venus and Serena, yeah
In refridgerator, nothin’ to eat, I’ma go starve today (go starve today)
Lookin’ like Treyvon but I got a big gun and I’ma go rob today (rob today)
Tried to tellin’ people I’m just a rapper but they wanna investigate me
Bought me two white slappers, goin’ to estimate me
I was sellin’ dope when I was 12 (12), always had hate for the 12 (12)
I was out late night tryna get to it, you had to be in before 12 (12)
Big ass L, came out the city, I look Hardaway
Why they trade Z-Bo to the Kings?
Took the team, took the city heart away

[Chorus: Derez De’shon & DJ Envy]
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the harder way (I took the harder way)
12 pulled me over, caught me with the dope, they took my hard away (they took my hard away)
Pourin’ liquor for my niggas that’s gone, thug holiday (thug holiday)
Young Penny Hardaway (yeah), Hardaway, yeah
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the harder way (harder way) (this is the remix)
12 pulled me over, caught me with the dope, they took my hard away (they took my hard away) (this is the remix)
Hardaway (Hardaway), Hardaway (Hardaway)
Hardaway (Hardaway), young Penny Hardaway

[Verse 2: Derez De’shon, DJ Envy & 2 Chainz]
I’m number 1 like I’m Penny, I used to shop JC Penney (yeah, yeah)
Now I go fuck up in Lenox, spend a few hundreds on Penny’s (yeah, yeah)
Ever since I can remember, since elementary, all I wanted was millions
I used to steal from my grandmama change drawer just to flex on them lil bitty bitches, I be like (uh)
I be out after the street light (yeah), these niggas ain’t ’bout that street life (no)
My block was hot before Lil Wayne was Tunechi, I ain’t even kiss my baby g-night (mwah)
Before Tity Boi had turned to 2 Chainz, yeah

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz, I’m a livin’ legend, I been buckin’ 7
I don’t fuck with 12, I don’t even drive a 911
Treat the Panamera like a peasant
Bitch wanna ball with me, I hit ’em with the hesit’
Plain Jane Rollie, this a present
I done sold hoes, I done sold residue
This incredible, it’s inevitable
You don’t trick these folk, talkin’ ’bout things that you would never do (true)
Feds did a sweep in the A, they took the squad away
I was sellin’ bags at Irene, right where my mama stay
I ain’t never had to fabricate, auntie been locked up from ’88
I’m the bomb, watch me to detonate, I’m the best rapper up out the A
Used to sell bags, now I graduate, I got the trap on my resume
I got the crib with the pool and the lake and the gate with the yard, that’s too big to rake
Turned up a notch and I elevate, I got a new album on the way
Rappers or go to the league, what I’m really sayin’ is that ain’t the only way

[Chorus: Derez De’shon & 2 Chainz]
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the harder way (I took the harder way) (yeah, tell ’em)
12 pulled me over, caught me with the dope, they took my hard away (they took my hard away) (skrrt, alright)
Pourin’ liquor for my niggas that’s gone, thug holiday (thug holiday)
Young Penny Hardaway (yeah), Hardaway, yeah (Southside, yeah)
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the harder way (harder way) (2 Chainz)
12 pulled me over, caught me with the dope, they took my hard away (they took my hard away)
Hardaway (Hardaway), Hardaway (Hardaway)
Hardaway (Hardaway), young Penny Hardaway

[Outro: DJ Envy]
This is the remix
DJ Envy, Derez De’shon
Yo Gotti, 2 Chainz
Commission Records

[VERSE 1]
Grandma stressed, can’t pay tha rent
I remember sittin’ on tha bench
Every since I got rich, I ain’t been tha same since
My nigga told me don’t worry, boy that shit just ain’t meant
Runnin’ from tha law, jumpin’ fences
Wreckin’ cars and shit, they didn’t
I ain’t never seen a ho that ain’t went
Every rule, that I bent
Fuck them niggas, they can die tonight
Ima kill every nigga they sent
I got them shooters on payroll, Ima tip every shooter that went
And Ima kill every shooter that didn’t
Why I could kill, I just need me a vacuum seal
I ain’t throwin’ in no white flag
Tell that bitch Ima smack him still, tell that nigga Ima wack him still
Jeep Wrangler got tha 2nd wheel
I got rich off my 1st deal, you got rich off yo 2nd deal
You late !

[BRIDGE]
I got some killas, I got some bad bitches on tha way
I know some niggas that’ll run in yo house for that safe
I’ll do 135 years for my lil bae
I know them haters, they hated, they hated to see me this way
I just pull up on a flex , fuck her face
I just bought another tech, and a K
I got 100 pounds of marijuana stuffed in my basement
Fuck that bitch cuz she dissed me back in tha day

[VERSE 2]
Back in tha day, I was fucked up I wasn’t straight
I had no food on my plate, I had no money in my safe
And no fuck niggas ain’t in my face
Told Yung Lan put a lil’ mo bass
I got a lot of shit I need to say, I put that FN in yo face
My bitch thick wit’ a small waist
I’ll go to Ruth Chris, order me a steak
I’ll kill me a fuck nigga broad day
I got a whole lotta shit on my plate
I gotta make sure my Big Mama straight
I don’t give a fuck about he say, she say
I don’t give a fuck cuz I know we straight
I don’t give a fuck ‘long
As we ate
Heavy Camp

[BRIDGE]
I got some killas, I got some bad bitches on tha way
I know some niggas that’ll run in yo house for that safe
I’ll do 135 years for my lil bae
I know them haters, they hated, they hated to see me this way
I just pull up on a flex, fuck her face
I just bought another tek, and a k
I got 100 pounds of marijuana stuffed in my basement
Fuck that bitch cuz she dissed me back in tha day

You can drive, you don’t even know me
I don’t mind, I’ll just take the back seat
Close my eyes, ’cause I just need to rest now
I’m so tired, from always running in and out

Get in line, just another repeat
Keep in time, we’re moving to the new beat
Close my eyes, ’cause I just need to rest now
I’m so tired, from always running in and out

Of all the places I have gone
And all the faces I have known
They never seem to feel like home
And now it’s time for letting go

I hope to see your smile again
But some day’s far too long of a road

The art of letting go
I may be setting myself up to have to
Walk the streets alone
For letting go

You can drive, I don’t even know me
Take your time, it’s only for the lonely
It’s in your eyes, and I don’t need to rest now
I’m alright, it’s never hard to figure out

Find the time, we don’t need a repeat
Keep in mind, we’re moving to a new beat
A rise in tide, out there is the feeling
I’m so tired, but only when I’m breathing

Of all the places I have gone
And all the faces I have known
They never seem to feel like home
And now it’s time for letting go

I hope to see your smile again
But some day’s far too long of a road

The art of letting go
I may be setting myself up to have to
Walk the streets alone
For letting go

I hope to see your smile again
But some day’s far too long of a road

The art of letting go
I may be setting myself up to have to
Walk the streets alone
For letting go