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on sega
Now I'm PlayStation, I'm playin you fakers

I do it for passion, you do it for cash
What I say is the truth, I live by my word
My team is the pride,

your luck
Your niggas won't tell you
But nigga you suck
Hottest man rapping it under the sun
Ain't no career man I do this for fun
Have no ambitions

got dirty sex money?
You're a dirty hoe no doubt about it
A slut, cunt, whore and a bitch
And people wonder why I say this shit
I've been through

told me she got it, I say, that's terrific
I've been by the business since I was a kid
And been jumping like Tigger
And hop over niggas, there's no

your fucking pardon
I’m spacing out I’m racing all these spaceships like a Martian
Giving birth to a fire ass track call it arson
This is what I'm on
I

above the clout
Make the girls shout
Big J on the track
Never had a doubt
Skirt skirt because I'm getting to bag now
Body built tough
So she got me on her

it
Used to be pacifist
Now I pass and do some laps around it
Yea
Yea
Noah stay running laps
Round y'all like track
Y'all so distracted
Like where you

My **** don't play around no
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Scary times scary hours
All the money all the problems with the power
Ion care about

by, you don't even know me
And I don't know you, you're just below me
I don't know who gave a fuck about me
But these people wrong, to even doubt me

Why am I like this
My head I might hit
Bludgeoning my brain till I like it
Don't send me back to the place that I hate
Where the sharps are all gone

Distance is not reason
To turn feelings to blizzard
Give in to your free soul
Doubts kill ambitions

I just wanna go ahead step by step
No wanna be trapped

I get to the bag, 
By any means necessary, bro
Locked in the can
Sending him some commissary
We hop out the van
All I hear is commentary
Chasing

What's popping? I don't really rap that often
I feast on this beat like it's served on a platter, devoured by Cartman
Any five bars I put together

college dropout, blame it on Ye'
Lil' Jimmy done grown up
He's slangin' them tapes
Southside, out West, South By Southwest
Doubt my prowess
I guess 'bout

don't Wanna talk when they gat in the Way
Pull up on a nigga now he fading Away
Making all the money, money Making today
All the time that it take

industry
I grab myself by the neck
That ain't what it's supposed to be
But I can't handle more shit than any other
So I seek for peace under others

After lying in the weeds by the side of the road
My conscience died a few years ago
Had a loss of direction with no reason to go back
So I settled in

don't care about your body
You should visit a doctor because your mind is unsteady
You all are empty minds so you should go back to study
There is no

bad things in my life life I can't talk about
Spraying at the walls I'm bringing roaches rouches out
No doubt ima slide on gawd
No clout just ride for

the conformation 
Why I'm needed
Though my first born
Don't see it that way
Cause he's blinded by some lies
Sipping poison like it is okay
Although I️ never walked

Wave of emotions drifting by
My inner spirit's flying high
I'm letting go saying goodbye
To all the pain inside
No fallin down right back on track
No

It's a Wednesday morning
So I'm celebrating life
With a Stella and a zoot
Sniffing ket of a knife

I've got a multi tool by my hip
And I trust it

roads
And don't get yourself
Criminally implicated
By playing in these streets
And surrounding yourself
Around these haters
I'mma run it up
My digital

Yeah
Getting tired of this anger, it's getting to me
When I don't respond or stop replies let me be
I'm locked in jail and received no bail you see