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the truth and it’s burning inside
You lied to my face looked me straight in the eyes
Deep down in hell is where my feelings reside
I'm so tired of being wrong

to turn me a chef
Cook em up, cook em up (Takeover the game)
Till its nothing left 
Help
That's what they asking for
I'm by myself

straight into your heart
Give up on all my hopes and dreams
That's what you want it seems
It's fine cause you make me beam

I would do anything for you
You

3rd period, cause that’s when it all withdrawed, you’d trust him for
All the notes missed and fall right back by 7 on the stall
That could’ve stalled,

How come they don't have any mercy on me
How come I'm judged by every person I see
How many times do I gotta beg and plea
Tell you stupid mother

boom that’s what you hear out the rpg
There is no such thing as flexing on me
I’ll get what you have times it by three
Got to stay high like Charles

Artist at mind
Swear I'm the last of my kind
I go the hardest you'll find
No I'm not signed
Don't put my name on the lines
Don't mix ya name up with

up them stairs
Had scale tipping 250 past few years
Stuck in a crowd one of my fears
Made fun of, walk to class, music in my ears
Look straight

boy is here for the vibe yeah
You know I've got a keen eye
And I need the chaos baby, that's right
Let's fuck it up like two or three more times
I might

calling You greg
Hit you with a brick have you Looking like debo
You scared like a fish and we Looking for nemo
Straight to the dub pull up in a Ford
Me

Drive bys they ain’t fun
Send a pic to his mom
So she can set up a funeral, numerals
I just be counting the rubles, it’s gullible
Speaking the truth in my

Yeah
Topic
Mmm, By any means
(Stalin on the beat), Go

Afi nɛɛ naa chale wɔ baa na brodo
Afi nɛɛ wɔ baa na money come your way
Afi nɛɛ no more hustle

straight, we turned into pretzels
Using my sick pay for purging this chest cold
Discriminate pay, but we live for the day
Raffle tickets for J's, making

by mistake
I watched bonds go up in flames
I dont put a faith inna snake
Boutta hit the road I needa chauffeur
Before we leave this bitch I needa smoke

Huh
Been a band kid since a teen
College parties, make a scene
Heard lil shorty wanna fuck with me
Duck on my shirt, shots one two three
Woke up

been politicking round the globe
Three hunnid S down, but I'm still up on the road
I got a session change clothes then I'm back up on the toll
Speeding

on E
Gangster shit we were grinding all three
Texas style we were riding with heat
With the shit right there in the back of the seat
Like yuhh let's

you put your mind to
And you got Jesus by your side
Ain't nothing no one could do to stop you
Keep your head up
You got this

to Einstein
I said, Einstein feel like Mac Miller
All these females are divine
I can't believe I managed to
Adapt to this lifestyle if we meet at three
You'll

but rather make love
Straight up

Horror horror
Faces of horror
Sweat pouring
Fucking turn to mission abortion
Like what you do that for?
Over time
Lost

be glowing even if the sun don't shine
automatic a habit for me to come up and grab it and hear the smack when I slap it and let you sit on my lap

a Ford Explorer
Going 80 like it's
Straight excellence
Bitch
Like you got fired
And you finally got that severance
Like
You enlightened by these messages

Ask me how do I feel, I'm great
Ask me do I need help, I'm straight
I drop down on my knees and pray
And it feel like I'm dodging fate
And I'm tired

you, I wield poetry like a weapon
Smoke 3gs a day, drink my 64 oz
If I had a nickel for all the shit that didn't work out
I'd prolly hire an accountant