whats the problem if all I can talk about is life like how our problems came from the tv like fucking poltergheist always
thought this life would be easy but its as cold as ice, these niggas sleazy, these bitches leave me, until they mothafuckin 
need me like I dont see how they treat me its all starting to p me I used to be all ears till these years passed confronted
my fears hope the numbness from these beers last just a sec more, cuz my nerve endings dont feel pleasure no matter my endeavour
am I cursed to not find the treasure, shit I cant even find a map but I bet that I fid one first through these verses my 
methods not from this earth I reckon theyll reckon these perks, while they blacked out on percs I put work on rap now they
backed against corners and I dont look back like wheres your fucking swag at, 

pulling up on that big 20, I dont owe no money, my tomorrow look sunny, killing shit like bundy, 

I dont rap I commit lyrical murder Im hot as when comets burn up as soon as they hit the ozone cuz I put in work while my 
competition postpone while they was gone Id stay home just to compose tones, and look who ballin now bitch took me for 
noone you mistook me dont get no cookie go try your luck with some bookie to get some cheese then maybe some pussy, fuck it
Ill live on the edge even tho most these of niggas pushy, I be up all night, steady on my mothafuckin grind, till I see
the first light, lock myself in this room and just write dont want stacks mo money mo taxes mo shit posted on my calender 
with thumb tacks, mo bitches fake dont know I see through they dumb acts, tho its okay so long as they got some plump backs,

pulling up on that big 20, I dont owe no money, my tomorrow look sunny, killing shit like bundy, 

dont know where this focus came from but guess Ill embrace it and try my best to just face it that I cant rest till Ive made
it, what fuels this motivation, dont got no time to waste no I cant run in place, 

all these these hatas on treadmills you take pills to look cool bitch go take sped pills you want beef bring a cook Ill make 
red spill spit like an uzi bitch my rhymes led filled know this public choosy know I must excel, so I wont grip chances loosely
Ima get to where I want these plans they move me how I spit this is blunt might lose a tooth piece, this that heavy rap 
you thought was gone watch me bash these pawns bash these evil spawn in the black of dawn, cuz I dont fear nothing, after I
attack these rap niggas cops gonna wanna cuff me, run screaming son the sun coming its done whats been done were left fumbling 
these puns that they use are so cunning theyre guns hell use to become king

pulling up on that big 20, I dont owe no money, my tomorrow look sunny, killing shit like bundy,


Instrumental  by ALLROUNDABEATS

That Big 20

Because it's good to dream.. hahaha
excuse the breath marks

 she all tatted up,. she all tatted up,. and she a bad bitch so she gonna back it up,. I throw this money on her,. she wanna get it so much that she cant regret it throw it towards me and smack it up,. 

got so much in your trunk,. and Im not thaat drunk,. but I be pretty faded, so Im light as fuck,. she got a belly piercing,. she let me lick it all these desires are wicked fuck who judge me  Im glad son,. 

she let me see whats under,. to her its no encumber,. her fucking skin is golden,. she let me rub up on it,. we gonna kick it all my fantasies are twisted lets see how good this taste mixed in life has no taste we all blitz in, and I

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wanna know its worth it to waste my time on you to unwind gotta take up all my mind wont be any old climb,. make it worth my dime Ima make it worth your time wanna see you on your grind, I,  just
wanna know its worth it, make worth my dime and Ill make it worth your time wanna see you on your grind, I, 
 
    
girl Ima show you heaven,. the sight gonna leave you guessing,. you might not even get it,. might need another lesson, Ill give you one for free,. I know you want it know cuz I can see your eyes callin,. I think I get the message,

move it like that baby, just like thaat baby,. and lemme see you twerk it,. to see these stacks raining,. shake it faasteer., keep it going aand Ima keep these bands blowing, and thats a faact baby,.

I wont lie girl,. I just buy girls,. so tell me whats your price,. and we can fly girl,. dont gotta bee scaared, yeah Ill be gentle girl let me inside your temple and Ima aaffect your mental cuz I
  
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Im trynna leeave witcha,.ye leave and bee witcha,. Ill show you good living,. just like you see in pictures,. I make you wanna come,. and its all good ballin made it from the hood, ye me an d my real niggas,

dont disappoint me,. just get up on me,. and get whatever you want,. its all on me,. you look so fine,. ye just like that girl you banging just like blat blat blat, got me longing, 

whisper in my ear, first let me sip this beer, you know I want this pussy these other niggas queer, I wanna get in that, you want it too dont lie girl I know you do put this right on your tattoo,

chorus

Beat by Paperfall Bros

† DØGmA 1 † Promotion