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keep it Real; Honestly
Rainy weather Spree; I'm Daydreaming Maybe; Yep might Be
Next to Sea-Shanty; Still have Somewhere Your black Panty



Slide Way;

gotta switch
You loving it, by Judiwick
Beating the kitty I'm Judivick
Running to the cash I'm hella quick
Coughing up a storm I'm hella sick
I'm in

and it's up up up
Niggas really got beef ok we can get it up
Nigga I could fuck yo bitch and go to work and get a dub
He ain't fucking with the crew no he

came 
With the same wind
Just different boats
So when we get to destination 
Who really floats?
Instead 
Point fingers 
And blame him 
That's how it goes

fuckin' wit no other guys
Don't ask if we need one more
For me gon let that cutta rise
Ain't trippin' when it's gun smoke
Know I'm standin' by myself
I

shut up with their shutting up
And wipe your tears, blame it on some onions they was cutting up
Brown but not a doctor, bring the doom to you imposters

Desertion has come
Come back to my head
The air fills with smoke
The sky, it bleeds red
I've been left behind
I'm thrown in the sand
But I don't

away
A simple sorry was all that left my lips
I turned by back away
And open arm embraced apocalypse

I'm taking blame for what I've done

I ain't got

(I don't know baby)
(Beat by Yamaica Productions, baby)
J'suis calé depuis le départ, je prends plus de pause
Un prototype t'envoie en overdose
Y'a

Lie there shaking in the street
Make sure my heart still has a beat
Sounds like a drum that's out of tune
Pulsing from all of these new wounds

I cannot move wit a simp
It's like a handicap
Niggas be capable
But they still move wit a limp
Sephora the pallet
They painting they face you won't

White lies and weak rhymes, things we'd rather say to one other
Mind games and blame games, a guilty heart beats just a little faster  
Dry eyes

looking for me?

God's not dead, he's sleeping instead, but he'd rather be walking the beat
He lived a long life, for a long, long time, it was a bad dream

Love and pain is a curious game
The world is turning by day and night
How come we never get it right
The reasons why and how and when
Time to leave

destiny

I'm back in the game making a name, fueled as a flame
And I got God on my team, yeah I got no one to blame
Yeah I got God on my team
At least so it

Yeah, my life been in a whirlwind
And I'm the one to blame
In sin's bed I been curlin'
Puttin' evil in my brain
Don't got no time for readin'

I wonder could he know that it would end that night
Just walking down that road, hitching that last ride
Just an ordinary man - he played the horn,

different shots and you know I'm netting mine 

I killed the beat you robbed my flow now what the better crime 

It's exhausting 
Being innovative

(Verse 1)
Lost in a haze, chasing highs, it's a dangerous game
DXM, an escape from reality, I'm the one to blame
But in this crowded world, I'm

fathom how the stroke get so immaculate
Graze ya ribs, keep ya cummin' quick
How I beat the guts apart
If I get any deeper, I'mma touch ya heart
True word

wet
Shawty got wet
Wet wet wet
Wet wet wet
Shawty said she got wet just by the sound of my voice
Uh can you blame her man it's the sound of my voice
I

Shoot a nigga up on rust He had a tommy, it made me bust
Has a hazmat, I might thrust I murked up his whole base and he cussed
What is 5k metal

Slippin and sliding the way that I flow

Pick up the beat and fuck it for show

Only good girls don't want fake hoes



Barkin and markin they territory

doesn't have to work and still gets an income that's whack
How about you join the army to see where I get it from hag
I earned my shit by my self while you