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ain't got no Cheese in dis bitch nigga
Slaughterside shit nigga
Fuck the rest, DBS Church Burner nigga
On mommas you know what the fuck brackin' nigga

to see me with that paper the truth is they rather see me in a can (in a can)/do what I want, do what you can/roll with them drums ain’t in no band/boy

shit in 3D, mami
I know I get all dark, cause I let her move freely
But you can lock the door, I can tell by how you treat me
I've seen how you get home,

make it flight
Cause even if this music shit don't work out
Least I got you by my side for real
Your love like cocaine, bring me up then bring me down
I

was heaven sent
The Devil on my shoulder here so long that we split the rent
No real estate in my mental know how to shake a demon
Can't sleep wit

finna answer when I call
I ain't lose this time but you can't win them all
Cause before she woulda never said shit to me at all
Before I walk I had

controlled by
Who you are for real

Let me go, I'm here to stay,
Better know what to say

If i dream of options i will hurt my conscience take my life in

Yo
We just hit the dance floor
Everybody see us
But they really look at me
Cause I don't drive a prius
So when I hit the gas
I be blowin by

when I sing
Fuck that, she love when I rap
Real truth no cap
Yeah, keepin' my business I'm handlin' it lately
Woah
fuckin' your bitch and I fuck

ain't scared I'm a one man army
Stress about you ! huh why?
You a bitch and your whole squad corny
I stay real so the fake shit bore me
If you talking

Uh, let's go
Yo, Yea

Uh

How you claim you real but you just too fake
I been poppin' Perky's back to back just like my toothache
Drinkin', I been

they leavin
Cause there's no defeatin

Maybe have a couple of drones
Have a real brother zone
Cause for a couple of zone
Can have home follow you fuckin'

would i do
All i've done is keep it real
I'm tryna find love, but i don't know how it should feel
Cause when i show love, bitches act like they don't know

never seen before
She close the door yeah
Right in my face
Now I'm going away
Fuck did you say

Fuck all this shit that you told me before
I don't live by

God willing
And I ain't perfect for real shun I'm still healing
Don't wanna be broke and 30 I need a million like Pronto
You know how expensive it is

Antagonized by the rights like lefts
I'm depressed, what a mess fuck (fuck)
But I still flex uh
Back in the kitchen I'm cooking shit up
Running my mouth & I

embellish for real
Been through some shit i could never be healed
Still it get numb i ain't ready to feel
But at least i don't take drugs trying to cope
I'm

Man, I'm something else
Peace of mind costs more than a quarter m
Worth of water
Being broke is worse than dead
Glad I'm neither
Yeah, yeah
Back then,

i had all my niggas by my side
All I wanted for us was to run up that money together but now we divided
All I wanted was trust but you showed your

in my eye I can't sit down and just call it so real
Don't be mad at me, I'm just really talkin' this shit how I feel
I've had a depression for a long

low-key but she been around 
We ain’t chopping but I really got a hunnid rounds for ya

Real eyes see the lies 
I got all these mob ties 
Middle of the seat

dawg, I'm geekin'
Scratch that off, matter of fact, I'm tweakin'
I'm in my prime and the Kid Drew is peaking
Stay out of my head, I'ma keep that shit

don't like mentioning the past, but it happens
Time flies by when you're steady stackin
Forgot about the fam, tunnel vision on command Most of my wealth

You in the field with a glockenspiel I'm on the block where it's hot and The cops keep a glock that's real
I got a lot to build
Gifted with a lot