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talking about
Tell me exactly what you talking about
This is what I'm talking about
We living out the judgment
When the gavel drops don't be shocked you get

gotta eat
Keep a date with finances there's bills I gotta meet
Getting whip by the struggle but poverty I gotta beat
They say time is money and I can't

me
Than to fear a fucking death
Fuck what's next
We're not permanent
And sure as shit ain't lasting long
But neither's death
Don't want respect
By

the present, This ain't the past
I have to move forward, I cannot dwell
Can't stare too long, or I'll psyche myself out
Just have to accept that, I just need

This one of those days we go like 10 blunts in
I'm stuck like fuck and I can't even down play it
This year we been drinking more and staying in
Yea

shit is hip hop
And I ain't stressing bout no lover over past tense
Never been the type to call you back just to make amends
New enemies, Kinda like my

like we made it, made what, made this, "homie we ain't made shit"
Imma tell you how it really is, 10 years I've been out here trynna catch your ears,

or they a one of one, I mean really, what do it matter if you a one of tons, as longs as those tons go get it and known to get it done, YALL act like

should have seen the hoe signs
I'm on bigger things now I ain't got no time
Hit ‘em with the wrestling move like a close-line


Now you're just in my line

and Root thing we do not want to feel pain
Safety's our aim, let me see if I can explain
Hello, hi there, I had to stop you from walking by there
Reason that

to some old school songs
I can tell it's been a long time
Pour you a glass of this slow wine
Ima take control if you don't mind cuz it's about to go down

High on the life, shooting you to fall
Uh, ain't it beautiful
The clouds got you missing the tangible
See the dreams and seasons drifting by
You keep

My nigga Steele would rape you
Living lavish on the edge
I'll do you damage, split your cabbage
Piss all on the bed
I'm like a savage, maimed

I hate feeling
I hate breathing
I hate knowing
I hate living 
Like this, because I know that this is pointless
A bittersweet release, heredity

my song
(It won't last very long)
I'm just making music with my bros, having fun while crying on the low
(I hate singing like this)
When I'm done, I

Coming to you live
From the blueberry capital
This is
Julien

I am not done fighting
Line a rapper up cause I don't like him
But I'm no different

that we living
The value that the paper has is
Only what we give it
Thank God, it's like slaves
'cause they all are on a mission
And then we pay the tax,

love lives in the air
And I miss my sweet potato
Honey bunch of blanket-tucking loving from you

Living in all our hearts, dynasties can't be buried

I feel left behind
Like I'm stuck at the starting line
Watching time pass me by
Is it failure if I never had the chance to try
Don't get me wrong, I

love
Ahaa

I'm fucked up so fucking fucked up
Ain't a single day when Im sober enough bruv
Give up on everyone gonna shoot this machine gun
Someone needs

I've been reaching new heights
I've been seeking advice
Cut the sin with the knife
Cuz this is the first time that I live out what I write
But livin my

About each other
More and more too

And to end my 
Already long speech
Yes, I can hear 
The go away music already
I will finish by
Thanking all

reactions in our brains
This overwhelming passion numbs my body, every vain
As long as I got you I could never feel no pain
Your voice sounds like...
The way

To your back to your spine oh
We had a long day 
Both think we need this 
c body like yours I got it please it 
What we do in this bed our little secret