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No handout that's a given, I can change your life I'm aware
Way too stuck in ya feelings, Gone and keep y'all thoughts to yourselves
I don't see no

with that flame
I'm geeking', pour too much of this shit up
Wock , Tris fill up my cup
Get kicked out this hoe we ain't sparing no sluts
You cant hang

ducking dont wanna buck
If I do then its bodies they're getting dropped ill keep it real
Rambo knives and stainless steel
Too alive well never kneel
No

sippin' drink all upside down like a hangover
Bearing strange fruit
Got no help, I do this by myself
Ballin' on these niggas, might just put some trophies

and yea she was one of 'em
Me and T didn't speak till niggas got into CVS
Hours go by chemistry slowly glowing, rolling rolling in a circle I go
Huddled

dead sleep
Splash then I wake up from a wet dream
Grab you by the waist I'll let you sex me
She say is it hot in here or is it just me
And you've been

do
Seeing little hommies hustling I can't even breathin
Ain't got no time for love, love comes with heartbreak
I'm too busy tryna make a buck, no time

wrote it
In the SCAT with my brother, we thuggin' like, fuck it
We might do the dash, too
I get nothin but love when I'm in that buck
They gon' throw up

Load a clip, kick back and I'm spraying
That boy is a dead beat
Spill his blood till he's empty
I want his guts, I want his lungs
He talks too much so

like junkies need their high
Just like I've been needin' mine
Lately I've been out of time, too much stress on my mind, yeah
But if there's one thing

of who I am
But ain't too proud of what I did
You can say whatever about me
But can't say that I got dirty hands
I got a fur, puffer coat
You'll think I'm

a trapper, not a rapper, baby
We get them bows in, we get them sold
Dead homies

Oh yeah, it's my birthday too
At least by the time this shit drop, it will be

Fuck that
All my niggas with me finna buck back
When it's cold keep the heat case they come back
Trell too soft nigga me I said what's that
If he charge

yawned with her mouth full, but make the bitch suck the dick
Three niggas, one bitch, man, you gotta fuck the clique

Nevermind, too, cause I ain't fuckin'

(Roscoe ain't playin)
Long said that I live too fast tell all these niggas catch up
Four years ago I was on my ass, young nigga had to flex up
I

relapse
Rapping circles round you niggas, beating em by laps
Keep playin wit me I'm sending bucks like a deposit
No intentions of a deabeat, swear that Ima

never touch
I might not have much
But when it's all done and dust
I may just push my luck with much more than a couple hundred bucks in my pockets
I'm Not

by me
I'm not the guy you thought I was nah I am not what you had expected
I got the rhythm of jazz in the eighties and spit like a llama invested
I

Patronizing agonizing
Monetary shift
I wanna spend the big bucks
I wanna get rich
Clock in, clock out
Clock in, clock out
Clock in, clock out
Clock in, clock

don't bother
I'm too busy rollin my Dutches
In the studio I'm finna crush it
The pressure turned me to a diamond
No one dares to test me I'll clamp you up

a damn champion
Panickin, off too many
Addies after Ambien

From the hills of V-T!  I surely rise
Scooped up Young Zee on a Jersey Drive
My words combine

when I hit?
Cause I do not want no baby
I'm drafting hoes with my niggas cause I got too much on my roster lately
You gotta watch how they move when u

I buy a bouquet
No the grind can't stop doing this shit everyday
Y'all are so lame let's stick to the basics
Fuckin these hoes by the count is my

Walking down the hallway see your face
Wish I could tell you everything inside my brain
But you walk by and nothing changes
I wish I could take you