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with bars is a gift
I'm present, they're absent, I'm absinthe to Heinekens
They on my back about blowing up like Saibamen
But I'm not mad at them coz I

back
Bout to paint my nails black
While I go off on this track
And spitting bars onto this rap
Yea no, I'm not a sayer
I slice the sword like Tanjiro

We get money, trapping all through the dead night
All my niggas eating good, we getting bread right
If you see me with a bitch, she giving head right

too
So much they look like who? (A-Bomb!)
And yes I love my daughter
But a different girl calling me father
And no sir please don't bother her
She busy

Let know what you schemin', yeah
Puff puff pass in the back of the IS know I roll 'round wit' 'em demons, yeah
Ain't shit sweet but the lean on my end,

talk about me

You've got your records under your bed you treat me like a musician you loved who is dead
Ooh I feel so black and blue
I was a retard back

this time I fell
Can you make me a person
I just wanna tell you everything
Everything that I can
I'll come back to you
When I know who I am
I'll change

since dinner
One day you saying XYZ
Tryna get a piece of my time
Next day you wanna be distant
Got me questioning your intentions
Cause the things you do

am now ready.

Verse 1
Iu0027ve been to hell and back
My situation is that.
Iu0027ve been down for a very long time
And Thereu0027s been a lot of worry

back
Fucked that bitch I put her on her tummy
No no no you cannot get love from me
Yuh yea yuh
Yuh yea yuh
Yuh yea yuh
Yuh yea yuh
Show me watchu got yea

READY FOR THE WORLD

INTRO
Dear past thank you for all the lessons
Dear future I am now ready.
Verse 1
Iu0027ve been to hell and back
My situation is

S was always frontin' the wrong people, who wouldn't pay him back
I ain't really trip, cause I knew he a business man
We was scraping up some money

and ma self down too jealousy
Pharrell Thompson, that's who I hate to be

Hate it or love it, SR2 on top
I'm gonna shine till my heart's off
You may have

Off the backs

Of the blacks

Damn 

You  remember that

Nigga kill a nigga

Willie Lynch theory

Just as the projects

Started as a project

Elites

in the night
A part of me can sense a part of you that want us back though
Yeah we had a friendship it was like a pact though
Everybody got a past

bigger eat Italian and forget about it
We all should get like little bro and ball like Dennis Rodman
Your favorite rapper, who
I never heard no shit about

abundance
I'm seeking love 
Something that can make me feel whole again 
Take me back when i was whole
Back when i was.. hmph i guess I've never been 
I'm

These days I am just trying to relax, 
Sit back, roll a fat one, and cut some slack 
Off of my friend's plate and mine,
I missed how we used to be

Never even said, you never even said, you never even said,
You never even said, you never even said, you never even said goodbye
When I look back I

Satan trying hard
Still accusing me
Thinks I'm going back
Man, That's lunacy
No longer confused
I got nothing to lose
Walk a mile in my shoes
Jesus paid

much time
So I'd like to take this chance to tell ya I got mine
So many shiny things that I keep in the back of the car
They'll hold me at the bottom in

I'm moving around with a Mac in the back, niggas talk mad, can't get a blessing on em
One up on me is a fifth of a homie, he got smashed with no cash

sure if it's right
Don't know the regulation
Yeah let's keep it anyway

I got sand in my bed sheets
But it reminds me of summertime
I'm thinking 'bout

doubled up
Brought it back 
Can't get enough 

Brooklyn got me feeling love
F-c-R Rock what's up

Jamming in my Subaru 
Windows downs with ocean views