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Ima young nigga 
Gettin' this money juh like the old folk
Nigga outchea here looking at me
Juh like a sale dope
Money keep on coming on in
That

Gifted Youngstaz TrussOne on the production KDoe
Hey you know you fucked up now gonna let us get together on some old school shit
See my notebooks

mans ho
Dead that 9-5 walk around pockets deep 
Coming by house every time she change the sheets 
One day she blood next day she folks
lil bitty bitch

Taking hella risk making dirty money turn legit
Still hit or miss til then hands over fist
New to you but old to me you know that wooda love to trick

Aye Yeah
I swear you niggas too soft
How niggas saying you boss
My homeboy got the side of his face blew off
My nigga daughter got hit by a U-Haul

the old folks
And in return they never told Po-Po
Find me in any given boro Dolo
Coming at the nigh sideways that's a no-go
Fire in the hole this the murder

been so long since I brought somebody home"

She grew up in this creepy old house 
It was creaky and drafty and cool
Her Dad had this rule 
That we had

Please hold

The reason I'm now telling you 
Is that you're old enough to know
It's kind of like almost as if 
Please hold
He sees the world differently

learn from mistakes I made last year (6-0, 6-0)
I seen the epidemic from my state out to Mass yeah
Momma so disappointed
So close, my home wasn't avoided

the world, all of us
Where you from, where you from?
Around the world, all of us

Coming out of discount Marco, yeah (Ay)
Land of the drunk old folk, hell yeah

flatter, but imagine six months fatter
I'll be disgusting, I'll look old
And put everything on hold, do everything I'm told
By my folks who'll disown me, so

I wasn't born to no rich mans home
always spent most of my time alone
some folks'll say they never saw me smile
that I was born to old - to be

straight no other place you find will feel like home
It's a grand old adventure 
Nothing gained, nothing ventured
Oh God

Time has passed me by
Still I wonder if I'll get back home
'Cause I'm here alone

All I want is all I know
All I feel is winter's cold
All I see is what

she carried some matches to sell

But no one had bought one all throughout the day
She dared not go home; not a penny she'd made

Freezing and hungry

I'll make it
If I'm famous
Woah dude
You're being Tom Petty
You need to Tom Wait a sec
Body is a wonderland
Mind is a playground set
Many folks greatly

really gets that close to me
Man I think that's how
It supposed to be
Fam I know I'm greatest
That's how it's gonna be
I do this So my old folks
Can see me

of the hill
Lockin' in deals wait on the back end
Comin' in clutch
By my lonely until it's on me
Don't like to go Dutch
Even when blowin' only woods or cones

my dear loving family at 11 years old
Too picture perfect it was candid left an image in my head
Every member held a camera understand I am the man

on the southside, college park old nat by the Popeyes 
Delgado could’ve been had mob ties 
Even when a nigga down I’m the fly guy , 
Donnie Katana is on the beat,

elders would cry, this the epitome of only the strongest survive, the will is there, old folks dying no will is there, pure debt for the heir its so

heart and soul for gold and stacks of green
'Cause when they hear you on the radio
The folks back home ain't gonna know
You're bowing down
Bow down

it, to own it, and say
"This is what it is, and I'm stronger than that"
6 in the morning, awake again in this body
23, dropout, live at home, making

crutch, won't get old
Tempted by lust, no bed rose
Empath side crushed to bits, this life shit ain't no joke
In a world where the invisible man is left