Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree
Bitches spittin their raps at me gingerly, smokin hickory, im a mystery,
It's a mystery why you think you'd be anything less than history.
That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see
In the hopes of gettin' lucky and finding a way
Quit the job baby, come and fuck me all day
I feel goodgot some time off, girl, it's been so long
Sometimes my name's a mystery from me like a song
And it's like, finding a kit-kat in a sand dune, at the beach
I'll a hurt a little #birdies #feet, #eagle got the #early #reach,
Until then my death is a rushing mystery
Tired of making money, i'm on to making history
To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal
Almost like finding all marshmallows in a box of lucky charms cereal.
He act like a fog cause he got that mystery flow
And ya section know when any day tecs could blow
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