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Llegué lejos
Personas son cómo""no mames""
Tú eres celoso de mi
Pero ya sabes
Nunca me importo una mierda
Permaneceré real hasta yo soy muerto
Ya

Phantom doors swingin’ with him
But his daddy bought it for him
Tell me, who’s the real one?
Heard he had a deal but he just took them shits, son
He ain’t

She's taking control of me
She's got a real tight hold of me
But yet i still feel oh so lonely
Surrounded by rich fake fucks who are all phonies
Babygirl

The gunslinger
Lettin em loose like rumspringer
The world is my Arena
My dogs are all hyenas
Don't point the finger
Not the index or the middle
No

heed that then we run em out!
These man are all bitch and sly
They talk shit and hide behind avatars online, cuz
I ain't got two fucks to give
I pop up

fall off the serial in sink/NSYNC, nigga (Bye, bye, bye)
GOAT talk hear the (Bah, bah, bah)
40 Cal got a step show so it's either pledge or it's (Phi,

Why should we care
Too much talk but are they there
Church building like a Holy Sunday lair
Girlie got a tik tok showing that she going to the fare
Up

by yourself but I won’t let you finish
Keep fooling yourself I know that we can do this
Listen too much to all this talk
Of perfectly sane and super

the are you telling me how to rap
Like I don't know how to boom up the trap
Big bank take the littlest stack
Stack it up till you know I got racks
Who

I know how it feels inside my mind
You'd understand if I pasted you by
I think I owe you that explanation

I've felt this way for a real long time
I

When Jimmy gon' drop
Jimmy came back with a hit
You pussy niggas talkin' clits
You kiss ass, you talk shit
Runnin' your mouth
I see your tongue real fit

on the crown

Man i been hittin all red lights,
Why they tryna shut me down
All these people that was next to me,
Gettin real close man
Where the fuck are all

was fun, for un year or two
We were kids  was something new
But now we are just to old
To only talk about who fucked the most
Enough, I just wanna shout

by yourself but I won’t let you finish
Keep fooling yourself I know that we can do this
Listen too much to all this talk
Of perfectly sane and super

don't learn from it
You well deserved it, kid
We gotta learn
Now real-talk: I was part of those
Judging women by appearance and their style of clothes
I

and for that I’ve been hurt by many friends. 
They love you coz you’re ordinary but when you’re special To our society you’re abomination and a curse.
But

By Dru Hill
We fill the cavities
When they too fake
But what am I to say
When it's too real
Shit
I don't know baby
And I dont travel often
But lady if

chicks they always try to surround us
Loyal from the grain
Sandbox to the ground up
If I need consignment the plug
Throwing a pound up
All my real dogs in

on the side thats lit
Blinded by the hatred, humanity fell in a pit
Take a step back boy, breathe
Then you might realize we're free
Use your real eyes to see

cologne
Aye
Money talks so on the real I don't say much
A backpack nigga with them luxury tastebuds yeah
What's on the menu, don't need the beef, I get bad

sleep tonight
I need you by my side
Count my sheep I'll be doing just fine
I wonder how you are
Don't talk distant so far
I'm enjoying this time apart
But

(We were on the beach and
There was sand in your hair
I looked up at you but
Your eyes were far away)
Wayward you're far from me
Girl won't you talk

I never saw it comin'
I guess you could call it a blindside
I couldn't quite believe it
I thought she never lied

And talk about a best friend
We'll

wanna talk to a nigga don’t be shy
If you wanna smoke with a nigga come get high
Baby we can chill for real, that’s no lie
Ghost some place in the back