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Ain't I
Use to 
Have my
Hand out
Like Vega 
An
Now my
Bank account
Bank up
I pop a bottle 
And crank up
While I
Wave
Wit one 
Fanga
I'm 
No longer

on these hoes ion know if I’m a pimp YOP
SPENDING cash on gold i dum stumbled cross a brick YOP

YOP YOP YOP YOP
REAL ASS NGGA never trippin on dese hoes YOP

bottles filled up with vos
This the life that I promised
Keepin' it honest, that's on the cross
I was broke last week, next week I was callin' my dawg about

my paw prints
Big dog, don’t cross the middle again
Ringling Brothers should hire you suckas
A whole fish and minced garlic
You chicken McNuggets
Stop

dirty only the fake can condone
(Only the fake) well I got a bag
And it cause some peace for the moment
(A little bit of piece) don't ever cross me
That

fuckin' backpack and I'm like
"That's massive"
Bottles, I can see the bottom
With the max glasses
Act natural, got some fuckin' grass patches
This shit's

of your friends, hype men
With bottles of Hen'
And your stage prostate's clogged
With hollerin' men but the unique speech
You didn't bother to send
You got

Sick and tired of foolishness each day
Gravitating at a pace that no one can save
You can see a bottle in my hand
I'm not ashamed
The depth

is Lucy
I'd rather cry chasing only loose leaf, dodge hellcats,  stay focused fully
I'd rather cry saying no to the bottle, than laugh when high but my

You know
But you know
Oh you know
You know
But you know you know
You know

I seen them
Turn the bottle when it hurts to Swallow
Niggas flirt with

the answer
in the bottom of a bottle
I ain't finding it
But I'm still fly as shit
Do not tell me what to do
If you ain't Simon bitch
They told me homie watch

know what to make of it
It's easy when it comes and it goes, it's easy when it comes and it goes
I was doing fine when I had you by my side
Bitches on my

a millionaire by the time school ends.
Fuck my life on the run
Just to walk i should stay strapped
This the life of a convict.
The blunts in rotation 
Thee

Is there a place where I can be me?
Is there a space I'm found, I'm complete?
I'm drifting 'cross the globe
Seeking a sense called home
Everywhere I

70 on 7
Hit the block you need the package coping kelos by 11s
I fear GOD and fuck the reverend pop off anything you catchin'
I swear my life feel like

I saw you walking through the park
A bottle of gin and your beloved guitar
Your voice always gets to everyone's heart
But now it's faint
You hope

leave Neverland
To play pretend with Wendy while his boys were lost
I'm at a lost
I see the cross
Message in the bottle
The bottoms at the top
Don't know

man
You can meet me in the loft
What's cracking on the problem
I can get it solved fight fee and
Need a couple profits
With some drugs and a bottle
Just

scenes
That means your talk is cap
Cause the way I act make me grab my Mac
I fire back at your windows
All I need now is a little bit of info
Crushed by

that bottle aint tussin’
This here exotik pak smellin’ musty
I just got back from travelin’ cross the country
Had to let these niggas know aint no

that I stand by
How real is he if he been paying for his blood ties?
He blood in, he blood out at a blood drive
Red cross, blue shield, blue steel nigga

the A, I'mma need hoes by the busload
But only the freaks, they like women
That like thumbs in thei' butt hole I told you I'm cutthroat
(Don't judge,

we came to the place where the tracks cross the river    I said '''This looks a lot to me  Like the train bridge scene in Stand By Me.'۝  You laughed

I knew how to stack my P's when shit was slow
Common sense, when my niggas popped bottles, fam, I didn't go
ID's in the bush on a lonely strip
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