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see by the Sauce
If a nigga hate me then he got some flaws
Shake up the game I be Super like Mario
She came in bikinis I starred from the bottom
If I

ABOUT IT THIS TIME
ITS THINNING IN THE MIDDLE, YEAH FUCK THAT
I TELL THE BARBER, NIGGA DON’T TOUCH THAT
I AIN’T BOUT TO HAVE NO HOMIE THE CLOWN, OR GEORGE

For the most part, you're past that point, that breaking point of you may die. What would you say hasn't changed?

I feel like back then, my life was

Money is the fuel of society, takes away any chance of sobriety
A sober person would not put himself in harms way, by doing the same shit everyday

There’s a trouble, subtle of potent degree oozing violently
Doom seeps through seems of Christianity veiled in a politician's speech
Upperclass

95, in hopes to feel alive, I cope by tryna die
I'm taught to realize, that life is on my side
Than why can't I comply, my mental is not alright, no

him under"

In a white room, drowsy like on NyQuil
Feed like a vegetable, no clue by whom
I've no medical need for Haloperidol
But these medics know how

of the third
I been getting pushed off the top, forced make a leap of faith
Now I'm back in my casket, hiding secrets in the shade
Will you still love me after

speak my truth, you call it fallacy, it’s still in my biography
Tryna count it all up and hide from sallie Mae
That degree was good but not enough for me

sippin' the bottle
I'm different, I'm Aristotle
Taught by mythological
Squad of GOATS it's plato in a model
Krafted, like Mac n cheese
Rapping like package

we tapped in to the thirteenth degree
Callon B the emcee DJunKi on the beat
Goin Super Layered ay I put that on The Mayor
Im the curator

Leavin' b*****s sad cuz they man had to pass
I be in the back, gettin' cash out the stash
All my jewelry got infinity stones, you pullin' up with glass

never back down
Growing up the youngest in a family of 5
By age 5, I learned quick on how to hide and connive
I aint have no ill will but when you young

check the urgency
Sit back countin' these chips knowin’
Niggas wanna murder me, ayy
Hot nigga ridin' round town
Burn a nigga with the third degree

shit
You left me living with a fourth degree
I don't think it's gonna go away
Ain't no surprise there
Feel right at home like I died there,
Feel in my

You got this You got this
Yea
Every day I feel like quitting
Paranoia kicking
Walk in my shoes
I guarantee it leave you trippin
You know how many

money i know that's a smart decision
Ima keep going in, no one stopping me
Ima keep dropping heat, just like the third degree
Cold water for the burns,

Like I'm Tjay I can't let a glock
Stop me
That's why feels of keeping rockets in my pocket
You try test me I'mma cock it back
Woah
Like Looking

those thoughts aren't by design
Oh, but I wonder if you've gone back to the world
Since you've been hiding behind his curls
Wake up and realize your own

spoken

It's like
17
I am falling forward
In 50 degree heat
and I'm still shafting hoses
A little smoke here
And a little smoke there
By the end of it I

breathe, the pressure just to get a degree
A couple of seeds, a four point and then I'm relieved
Now, goals to achieve, want millions in the crib overseas

moving on by
If I was a stick of gum I’d be your stride
I hope horns don’t start growing out of me bc I’m a good boy & got some ocean blue eyes
They

of who you’ll know

I’ve been to hell and back 
I’ve seen all your attacks
A wedding dressed in black
Cut the scene now that’s a wrap
Now this ship has

good for me to catch my breath (Ah)
Giving everything I got, nothing less (Ah)
And that's why they finna say that I'm the best (Yah)
I'm going in
Popping