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in my own lane
Lifting weights you see the gain
Gold bracelet Cartier
We in the game just like EA
This is serious not for play
Tennis chain 14K
About

on some lame shit
Been played by somebody I yelled gang with
Day dreaming of a chevy with that paint drip
Trying fight the evil in me whispering insane shit

to be.
They shrank it by putting fluoride into the water that we drink.
Make sure that the paste you use to clean your teeth is fluoride free.
I say this

hoping she don't miss
Bro don't work at FedEx
Still get them in by the truckload
Treat your block like William Sonoma
Pull up and then we unload
They

the fur do flamingo
Win the lottery bingo
Smoke on tha big joint
Nigga I'm on point
Bitch danm in the hotbox
Come see me if you want sum
Home run like

Gotta speak my mind for y'all on this one still
Why they watching what I do
I ain't even famous and they watch my every move
Tryna be successful I'm

now I'm smarter and I'm focused
Done caught on to all your tricks
So bitch, fuck your hocus pocus, swear I'm done

Even when we try to be friends and go

and I ignore
Loving on different women while you giving me your all
Maybe I'm a bitch
For not wanting to commit
But the fake love exist
I'm frightened by

her fault
I'm growin' pains in weird places
Age is a fear case, I feel like we ain't favoured
And yet the numbers that we puttin' up are so high

mistake if we racing lil bro
Said 200 miles on his dash
Bro I was up all night in the stu'
Made 22 songs and this shit's all gas
And he know I'm his dad,

drama like Neyo
Kiss on ya chick like Dio
Two nines on my hip it's a duo
Future my twin we in Pluto aye
(The coolest rapper in the world)
Niggas still

room with motherfucking tools,
If niggaz in the pen were pinocchio's,
Their nose will grow long way to Tokyo-oo,
I'm saved by the blood of Jesus,
AMEN!

My bros, dem trap in the streets (Normal)
Get caught by four of their dons
And we all gave them four, then I made 16
(Ching)
Still got gloves

a caddy putting one in hole
Still ain't been golfing
Life's lesson that was a message nigga take it slow
Or take ya losses
Legends usually the best ones

go Ghostface, slay/ghost a bitch
'Cause if we're talking worst case, it's a serial itch
It's for the thrill of the kill
'Cause when I'm home alone,

And we all know this shit could end in a blink
I'm just tryna do my best like you, you know?
They told me life was a bitch and it's true, you know?
But

damaging
All they still panicking
Homie stood panicking
All they stood by to the chanting and nodding
Shit this just a hobby
And none of y'all can stop me

off WeChat
I fell off? Ye'en Believe that
100 milly Yeah I need that
Fake lovin Yeah I see that
Realest out yeah I be that

Still abide by the cash

Sirius, Alan Parsons killing this bitch you would think I'm a martian know they'd prefer me picking out cotton woah
I am reality the realest of the real

Think about us anymore 
Do you really not Care do you think it
Will ever be the same can i make amens
Will we really not ever be friends again is
This

content blood, sex, and gore
Murder film snuff movie
There was we, then, there was us, now it seems like it's just me
Been in a flesh prison g
Mf the whole

all my weed
They like the way I'm sliding on the beat they put it on repeat
I'm tryna go live on this bitch I know they watching me
I call it perfect

Degrees out, we shout, one time is coming for us
I'm not the man, that you think that I am
I'll burn this whole fucking house down
Put your pictures in

still the same nigga that'll wap a nigga
If you think it's sweet then try to creep you just got killed by a rapper nigga