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ain't gang wit us
Anything I said I meant nah I ain't explainin nun
Ain't no fabrication if I want it imma cop dat
Rather ride a steamer by my lonely wit

nights, she was beat by her father
Brain dead, feeling just like a zombie
Taking Oxy's trying to get out her body
She tired of crashing out down in

pressure
I just make it better when I mess up
Petty perfectionist
Steady reaching for excellence
Miss me with the messy shit
Don't make me get that mechanism

out like she into playin' tennis
Stilettos lookin' high, simple on the thighs
Put me on the case, I be guilty by the eyes
Gain another pound, she gon'

that lil' stick with you
Yeah lil' fat nigga, ain't no pitchin'
Yeah, knock a nigga out the picture
Tell me, who the fuck gon' miss you?
Nigga, please

J'veux encaisser des thunes
Et pomper mon joint de weed
Mais toi tu viens me lécher les
Burnes et montrer ton insigne
Un rodéo Paris by night et tous
Les

understood my pain
Only forced my hand to music as I write
(as I write, as I write, as I write)
Dawned on me like a magnum
Light and nobody in the world gonna

properly
Touching me
You could dead suddenly
No monopoly strange man cant step on my property
Is robbery

We nah shoot and miss
Witness affi watch yuh body

at
Open mic's hoping that I
Got noticed by labels and blow up over night
Never happened but passion led
Me like Holy Christ
Good intentions just Breaking

"In fact I ain't really one
For meetings no how
Anybody got a problem from here on out
Bring it to me or sit on that shit one
More thing price

Know BabyLife, do a shootout, do or die?
Nigga, how the fuck you gon’
Run up with no fye? Call me "Mr gun" pop up
Pop out with that iron
Don’t get took

wing
No amount of money can silence
Me… can’t comfort me
Being out of pocket is in my genes
Young visionary like Master P
No limit to where i can take

Choppa kicking I got Bruce Lee by my fucking wrist
No karate but ill pull-up and go chop his shit
Got me mad because there's blood all on these new Ricks

it’s toll but i feel fine 
I’ve been waiting for too long
Imprisoned for a crime where i didn’t know wrong  
But, at least i hope that you’ll miss me

get away,
Get away. get away, run away (yeah) I gotta run away,

Life's been real crazy making me go insane, I really wish I could just go and run away,

drawn by your focused thumb
directions drift I fall off 
I guess this ones my fault 

let it all slide
no friction
your stride 
speak with a chuckle

foolish mane
Yeah I'm keeping that peace don't fuck with me hoe
Numbers, delusions, so crucial that you don't survive
By the end of the night
Deep in

to me
I knew you were low
But I didn't know
That you were lyin on the freeway
The white lines glow
The cars go by, your eyeballs roll 
Into the back

to crop that boy right out the picture
Hold up, why the fuck that bitch think I will miss her
Whole lotta new bitches up in my spot, whole lotta money, be

Soon enough it'll be hard for you to miss this face
If I don't die of early age retire rap by 38
Oooooooohhhh
And I'm that Motherfucking Rain Man
Yeah

a place for me
and maybe I’ll swing by

yeah, I know it’s been a minute
that I’m only halfway in it
but I hope that it still shows that you’ve been on my

won't let the days slip by on me this time
Once too shy to see things right

Nobody else can take me there
I open up to let you in

won't let the days slip by on me this time
Once too shy to see things right

Nobody else can take me there
I open up to let you in

would miss me
But I can't stop feeling 

Absent 
Absent 
Absent 
Absent 

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