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been killing my lungs I can't even keep up
These drugs been numbing my brain but I won't speak nun
I won't speak up
These frontos been killing my lungs I

no fans
I did it all with no bands
I write my lyrics by hand
Just check the hype it's no scam
You know the popstar my brand
I keep it clean no Diane

a stack bands
Even more cheese than packer fans (Uh)
I don't give a fuck or a bag a damns
Cause that ass can't hide it in your past or hammer pants
Baby

I'll be just like my daddy
I ain't tripping though
Cause he made it out
Even though we ended right back at my granny house
This shit a mindset
Cause in

bands
I will never fold so don't fuck with my mans
I be feeling bold baby look at my stance
I remember thesebnniggas ain't had shit for me
Now they clock

now my fuckin' nuts grew
Today's the days our ties are finally cut loose, fuck you

Uh-oh, it's my triflin' ass
Pullin' up like, "Hi guys, I'm back"

Now they stop to look like a plot to jugg
In the flesh like shug
And I ain't even tryna be famous (famous)
Middle fingers to you pointing tryna blame

(Ay)
The choppa upgraded, the scope alone was two bands (Damn)
The way I'm blowin' down you would think I'm sittin' by two fans
Well I am, but they

through, tearin' the block up
We ain't gettin' locked up, that mean we even shootin' the cops up

Whattup? Yeah nigga, two mo' times
Whattup, whattup? Now we

a vibe 
Life is too short to be petty all the time 
I just wanna live before it’s time to die 
I used to have nightmares I’d die by 25 
I’m 23 now never

keep get a heater
I be smoking my reefa
Wonder why they didn't believe it now I achieve
Cause I'm counting them bands I didn't even move a hand
I like

said they loyal stop lying
My ex love me when I had them bands
She use to call me now she dont call no more
Now that I'm up I know the difference between

You turn into ice the moment I walk by
And maybe once or twice, I even made you cry
I tried to give you what a good friend needed
But you ran away,

on
I gotta blow
So you are history
Why I'm doing better by myself
It ain't no mystery
Really ain't no way
I'll ever fall
Destined for victory, ah
When I

mass appeal
And I ain't even signed to Mass Appeal
I just took another shot
Now I'm too lit
Bitch keep calling my phone
She got a man
She think he stupid

him. I'm a need a lawyer, couple of bands. Understand
I got between them legs and now he wants me dead
Checked her pipes like a plumber, she even gave me

ya)
Yea, ya, ya, ya

Fuck it, ima real nigga even if Simon says you know I won't tell
I know you was saved by the bell
Fuck all the ops you know I be

from the hood we know u rich
Told Jolie bout everything u fuckin snitch saw u as a friend
now u just a bitch

Shout out to Isaiah thats rly it
We still

Drinking daiquiris and going to MarieLavo Voodoo sight
Now lets relax a bit and have us some Beignets
504 in the area and our side of Westbank
Boy stop

Well how do you do young Willy Mc Bride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside
And rest for a while in the warm summer sun
I've been

The Green Fields of France

Well, how do you do, young Willie McBride?
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside?
And rest for a while in

when I walk in
Smelling like I got a drag line
I just got a pack in the morning
I'm try'na get it gone by lunch time
Try'na get it gone by noon
No

to prom emcee
I'm God's emcee
About to come and drop emcees
I guess they're not emcees
They make melodies now
Well my harmonies God-given
Give Jesus Christ

writer for a music magazine
Now she gets all the latest releases before they're even in the store
And she's on the guest list at all the clubs, so they