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Tell me what's on your mind
Every time I close my eyes
I am greeted by the worst surprise
You mean like the injustice of this
World is keepin' you up

Swerving in that motherfucking Contour
Bitches at the concert want a fucking encore
So I tell her meet me in the back by the
Fuck her in

not my fault
You try to say that it's my fault that we didn't even work
Like J.Cole said "yea we gotta good thing girl, but I don't know if i'm going

good, ‘cause Off-White my covers
Yea, girl yo nigga so cheap, he bought you Burberry London
Can’t no nigga ‘lil bro me I got my own money 
We call it

YoungLan on the beat
Taylor bout' to fuckin' flex
Don't tell me I'm different, and then never give me a chance
I wanna be with you further than end

I pick up the phone, I tell girl leave me alone
She already know what I'm on
I've been getting to the bag lil boy, it
Took too long
It took too long

Spent a long time by myself
Spent all my teens working on me
Now I don't need nobody help
She want the love, drugs,
Fucking crazy, she need some help

Uh, you fuck niggas out of pocket you ain't in love with me, bitch, just stop it
A nigga comin' up and now they focused on the wallet
Your bitch

much to realize that love is just snow?
Dying to see what so many must know
I don't need no one to tell me its cold

a mix breed
Ex hoes know dey miss me but one thing about ah nigga bro ima let dat bitch leave
Currency wea my mind at left ma heart in a gutta i tell

that I won't tell
I just wish that you would make your mind
I just wish that we could take some time
Tell me if you really by my side
I don't wanna have

Lay down this ain't no drill
I'm just gonna space out
Tell that hoe chill
I put her face down
Yo
Can't deal with niggas
They broke, yeah
She give me top

Shorty tryna vibe
It ain't a surprise
Getting to a bag
Know I'm outside
If I'm ever down bad
Just tryna see if you
Gon stick by my side
What's in our

some shit to teach ya, baby I'ma teach ya
Used to sit back and watch the game, now I'm gettin' brain behind the bleachers
Everyone lies to your face, it

just make it rain
Never going by the book and I'm never gonna claim
She was a lil dumb bitch but she done gave me brain
I can't even show her love cause

Got the labels calling tell me what's your advnace fo
I don't know my nigga better bring dem bands tho
Swear u balling but u pussy niggas can't score

I tried to tell niggas, I tried to tell niggas, but they ain't learn nothing
This is Preacher, I'm about to teach you. Class is in session
You better

bothered by the gym

I can be productive if it'll be 
Fillin' my tub with hand cut confetti
Making my loft be looking like a beach by the city
Baking up

place is, I kno we finna blow Like yo bitch when she face it 
Basic, I can't fuck wit bitches who can't take dick
Braces, metal to ya mouf try play wit

undersell shit
I don't need the work
So I don't even need to scale it
Bitches acting fishy 
I can tell by how she smelling 
Treat her mouth like inter-murals

I’m motivated by what they say I would never be
Push it to the limit I’m winded I breathe heavily
As I take a break I’ll wait to see the jealousy
Be

-ye we be on th-t foolish shit,
I keep - tooley bitch -nd hell n-h it -int for building shit!
Its demolishing run up in yo tr-p -nd t-ke over th-t

Her daddy raised her, till that word became its homonym 
She should have a champion belt the way she fought with men 
Keeps her outside pretty

leave them devastated
They know that Im dedicated
Going up without a destination
Tell me whats the definition, Still tryna figure it out
I got to practice