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when you didn't even know me
Forreal
Ay
I got free smoke if that boy trying to match
Shoot til its empty I'm padding my stats
75 horses I push to the max

rock white gown
Boy getting popped fa like bow

Hit that boy Indy
Then run up them digits
I said you won't get it by fucking with bitches
I burn down

la familia, I keep Benji by my side
Only time a nigga cry, is when a real soldier die
Rest In Peace to Lil Snupe, and that boy Mike Jack too, Pac in my

Tell my bones they did a good job holding me up
Tell my folks they raised a boy that’s good enough
Tell my eyes that they can see what I cannot
Tell my

mouth that boy get dropped
Got some fans they in awe
They just see me drop they jaw
I'm a bandit like my pops
I keep screaming fuck the law
Feeling old

love you to death
My heart heavy as fuck, we lost Naya this week
Pain that I'm feelin' could burn down a bridge
Back door, a bitch nigga right at his

with you no fronting
When I see you smile I dey conf
I no go lie you dey weaken my joints
I'm not a hard guy at all
I'm a soft boy plus I'm a preacher

To be broken by a man I had to convince myself was cute
Your age shows when you blame me for the hardships that we faced
I admit that I'm ashamed
But

Uh, I still know your old number by heart
310-644, need amor, see? I adored you
Got the same roots, so your tree I explore
Ain't with the law but

(verse)
I was chillin walking on the street by my highschool 
I see my lil bro george beefin like that shit was cool 
Shit got worse by me cuz i punch this

like we're starting to draw a crowd
I'm strumming these strings real loud

The boys are whining
And I'm grinning ear to ear
My belly I'm lining with

some prayers, maybe say amen?
Hit some old friends up, maybe make amends?
Shiiit
Voices in my head like Fuck that!
They fucked you over, now they'll

some prayers, maybe say amen?
Hit some old friends up, maybe make amends?
Shiiit
Voices in my head like Fuck that!
They fucked you over, now they'll

some prayers, maybe say amen?
Hit some old friends up, maybe make amends?
Shiiit
Voices in my head like Fuck that!
They fucked you over, now they'll

ignoring my texts
Tell me a yarn that you're in love with me alone
Not the real truth
We're hanging on by a thread
Birth me to death, this burning in my

and every fucker in between
who made me dance round in circles.
Don't you play my delicate heart-strings.

But maybe you're not like the rest
Of any of those

My Grandma's Old Guitar

When I was boy
Back in North Caroline
I remember those days
Sitting under the pines
Picking that five string guitar
My

thread of gold tied me to you

Cold was the steel of my axe to grind 
For the boys who broke my heart
Now I send their babies presents
Gold was the color

a steady hand
Intentions clouded on you

Ayy, all that talent can't buy no heart
Can be loyal by a fault
Never let my dogs
Do somethin' I wouldn't do,

then, shit I know that bench too
Covered by my sins, shit I think I need a rinse too
I ain't mean to tempt you, misunderstanding
But my heart got cut,

(Aye) 

This shit is to crazy 
Said you was down but you with the fugazy 
The pain in my heart when I lost you my baby 
Said you gon ride like I copped

feenin for yo love, so I might take and not borrow
Deep wounds in my heart, that's what be causing my sorrow
All these emotions running deep in me
Oh nah

cause he is a racer
Blinded by beauty, no I cannot face her
Heart so cold, like tip of a glacier
I like to ball, I'm not a player
Got my heart beating,

moving hella distant
I can tell that something different
You belong to the streets
Boy I see those tweets they’re about me
But all we ever do is beat
You