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Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's (Hoo)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah

You better watch your mouth when you come around

Cashapp keep deletin' cause I'm Sellin' too much tree
They said P.T.P. to plug that nigga, servin by the P
Nigga, what the hell you need, that nigga got it

the king, I need your crown
Started all that shit, I wasn't thriving off them headphones
Open my eyes one day, I saw people like my songs
Oh, I had to step up

places
Let me tell you friend
Nothing beats the feeling
When you're home again

You get butterflies on
The drive from the airport
To your street
Sitting by

a pontoon
If you're trying to get lit
Then I am your dude

I got drank by the load
So you can pour too
And this girl got me jonesin'
Ones that I'm throwing

a felony the blicky held by La-La
Need the rolly timeless
Never fucking with the drama
I cant put it on a grave I aint even got no mama
I been whipped just

cold
Watching all my old homies rolling by me as I turn old
My mind escapes when I'm a lone soul
I be watching others so much I see myself as a GoPro
I

I'll take on all the heathens
Hellsing will end em quick
Your dead
By the time I
Lit another cig

OK
Ms. Burn Em All
I burn em all
I turn the call

Phonk nasty, need me a freak who keep it classy
Smart mouth, can't tell her shit, lil mama sassy
Swinging them hips all when she walk, I'm trynna

Mike At his tallest height, jumpin' over cities
Sippin' any liquor just to see it empty
Got a problem with me, boy, I got plenty
Mama need a mansion, got

countin
On the days that turned to months, and I urge just once, you keep your head up, sniffin
Out sunny rays, makin' new memories, that's the best remedy,

get lit like a party on a weekend
Hennessy bottles on a bitch named Keisha
Excuse my french, that's the pimp juice I'm drinkin
Light skin, shawty look

Your lips taste
So precious
On this night
I'm reckless

I'm lit up in a darkened room
Girl you're my midnight glow

So many
Fake amenities
Already

from the nose bleeds, I'm proof
They ain't swinging in the leagues we in
Born with a spirit that needs to win
Failures I just can't comprehend
Cause this

I need my scythe 
I’m bouta touch a soul

Back up in the day
I’m talking
Tommy Hilfiger 
Me nd Richie slinging pills
Jus for meals niggas
Jesus in my

fight for your love
I sag my jeans and got demons but I'm not a thug
I'm scared of myself when I'm mad maybe I just need a hug
my eyes on you and nobody

to turn around retrace
Lungs full of poison
Body full of toxins
Gotta get away
Won't run walk into sunsets
Face lit up little blinded
No need for eyes

and by "we" I'm only tahm bout the kid
The one that never peak with his second blunt lit
And laid on his lip, passed around to all of the clique
He used

games of mental masturbators
Need to wear extra layers, bulletproof to your prayers
Fucking naysayers, paying fa fake plays

My word to you, wear a rubber

There's a Golden Road somewhere through these trees
And I just ain't found it yet
Lit up with strength and hope and good memories
It's got no time

mean yeah
If you wanted to win yeah
Would you chase the bread like a fiend yeah
Spider-Man in that scene yeah
Tell em what that shit mean
No need to tell

nip
Grew up surrounded by killers
They say that it takes a village
Need me a shorty that's sweet
Chocolate, don't want no vanilla
I wear no shirts

deceiving
Why your momma out here grieving
Are you ever gone find Jesus
Now you're diving in the deep end
Do you think you really need this
What's the cost

Erie

Close Your Eyes

Empty Hands and Heavy Hearts

2011

I am weary and useless
My body has been beaten and broken by the storm
I need Your hands to carry me.
Because I don't know if I can make it home.