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constantly grindin’
To ease my momma Pain
Soon as you run up some money
They looking at you strange
But they ain’t wanna fuck with you
When you was in the rain

is legit
License legit
Money Legit
Get of my shit
What you tryna stop me for
I ain't been drunk
I ain't been high
I been lit
Battery 100 percent
Bet

hate you but I love you
It’s so strange i feel this way I can’t escape
Ain’t it funny what this money do
Women used to play me now they call your boy

screams are silent
Sometimes kind words
Are followed by actions
That are quite violent
Problems piling
Like pepperoni
On pizza pies
Go ahead
Take a bite
Why

and tongue like a whip
A spell that can't be undone and a force to be reckoned with

The dawn is right where I left it
Found peace in where I've been
Guess

paper
Hold it in I got anger
Roll it up then I flame it
But I swear it ain’t changing nothing
In the rain you get hit by thunder
Feel the same as losing

certain, to get it working
You can carry the weight or get crushed by the burden
This muthafucka acting like he game to represent
But the only action, he go

niggas like I'm Dak, yeah
This virus going around I can't give yo ass a dap, yeah, yeah
I'm tryna find my way in my life ain't need no map yeah
All

fly but still be in the trenches
Can't watch another mama cry kuz of the way I'm feeling
I put a nigga in the sky to show you how I'm living
Ain't shit

back together then you just disappear on me like magic
It’s just a cycle I can’t stop from happening
There’s up and down it’s ain't all sunshine

cool on the wave
I’d rather find peace in the good of your name
But how you gone act
These breaks can’t stop this drive or my aim
I came from a loss

And the fallen soldiers that make heaven great
Mouth sowed when I can’t relate
Look to the sky like I’m finna faint
Everyone told him to walk away
Never did listen

raised by Rita
Place a bet that I'mma getcha 
Homicidal in the thought realm
(Give a reason got damn, inner spirit Pacifist, I am not them)
But even Christ

should dig a well
In a good place like Kristin Bell can't feel my face like the kid Abel
You know the vibes yea you know the vibes yea yea
You know

mean that I'm gonna stop
If I worked as much on music as on you I'd make to the top
I know that I'm the better one, but he makes you happy
So I guess

it’s nobody fuckin’ wit me
Y’all shoulda been known this by now
Gone have to stop sleepin’ on me
For real no cap
Yeah I met a bitch up at the party

in May
I thought of this song with a Bomb by the Bay
Young nigga turnt that’s just all I can say
Get the fuck out my face
I get to the chips like

that's when you hit those key shots
Was held on by a thread for to long so I free dropped
You not into me you only into who you thought I was
It turns out

lapped in the city/overlapped in the city by the rats in the city/when. I touch back down doe, I’m back and litty/ain’t no stopping me/box and 1 can’t

Every, every time I
Every, every time I
Every time I try to

Wake and bake in the morning, getting high by high noon
Fell in love with Mary Jane late

rough terrain
Few possessions on my back pushing through the rain
Live that day to day custom made lifestyle
Had to watch my back so long can't even put

It's butterflies and rainbows after rain
And feeling like it'd never be the same
You're lacking capacity to change
This lifestyle I like now, I fight

to find my soul
Worry less on what I can’t control

though it always comes back and takes a toll
They love to bust they watch
While they moms and pops
Still

Gang shit nigga
Apex nigga
You can't stop the rain
I got a chip on my shoulder
Cause pure cocaine
Got a hell of an oder
I'm a flip it like a burger