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I might find my way I might find my way If I could just look up to the stars I might find my way I might find my way I might find my way Aye dont talk too much you know better We was never bros, never You was fucking up a bag Bitch I turn on that higher pressure They call me that that stunna-runna Chop it up like east side summer Might chop you up like bitch Im gonna Is the money too much The go out too much The blow out too much Nah show out Is the speakin too loud The deacon too proud The beacon too wild I know how Is the money too much The go out too much The flow out too much Nah show out Is the speakin too loud The deacon too proud The beacon too wild I know how Its the bitch that is somewhat approving of this That wont get off of my dick Would It be too much to ask for if I got some rhetorical shit This no rhetorical grip One moment you here the next one you skip Put that shit back on my hip (It could have been worse) Is the money too much The go out too much The blow out too much Nah show out Is the speakin too loud The deacon too proud The beacon too wild I know how Is the money too much The go out too much The flow out too much Nah show out Is the speakin too loud The deacon too proud The beacon too wild I know how