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new day, new hour, new time
I just wanna pop a molly, find a new high
I been off the acid, you been runnin' through my mind
Off the lucy
By the twosie
I

I be stayin fried
Till fried gon become a day
Im livin that type-of life
That all y'all be tryna chase
I'm sleeping up on stack
That's made up

Messin' With Her Head


I was staring out the gate, cross the prison yard.

Thinkin' long and thinkin' hard.

By the time I get parole, twenty fifty

and Wesson it got a .40
No hoe by my side, cause they is friendly
Send him to god, cause he just sneezed
I feel like a soldier, I move at ease
I'm a skinny

a move then it's flatline finished
When I spaz I'm grinning
Peel off in the 'Cedes and I pass by spinnin
It's perks with this life but I don't have my skin

the ratchet
Yeah I got that za for the low
No I ain't taxin
Forty five a eighth people love it My phone stay crackin
Yeah I'm gettin to it everyday shit I stay

Everybody got liquor, Prime drinking a 40
Homecoming season when coming home not a notion
Drinking down the bottle while freeing bottled emotions
Going

Hiding all his pain
By drinking the devil's cure

Hey!
Hey!
Hey!

Not a day over eighteen
And she could hardly breathe
Choking on the innocents
Of every

on Novocain
I'm numbing up inside my brain
And every day just feel the same
And I'm the only one to blame
Light the flames and get it over with
I'm over it

that chick
One day I'm going out and she passed by my gate
I knew this was my chance so I stopped and I waited
I went and tried to hook up like sup she

bottle
Been getting too high
Been lost inside the bottle
Been crying out for help
But it's been suppressed by the rain
.40 got a suppressor
When I raise it

I can't change on my gang
Forty by my side I'm a bot with the aim
And she out her mind
Shawty is too kind
You could take your time
You could take your

kwamba hakuingia kwa game bila agenda
Alikua forced kula mlenda ikabidi ameteleza
Yeh hudekeza maskio za mafans under pressure
Ju at the end of the day

puttin' it down, Bond on my sound
Niggas who playin' around, just hit'em with forty four rounds
Apparently they be nervous, they reluctant of me
And so

off by the morning
Phone on DND I'm in the trap from Sunday to Sunday
These N*ggas love beefing I ain't really getting no money
Double seal the brick up

could see it

I could tell by ya aura, you not who you think
That boy met the lord, didn't even blink
Me and bro on a drill and we clicking in sync
If you

in broad day they saying fuck the tint
It's white on black black on black this shit don't make no sense
I watched a white cop get off on murder like he

ducking action God damn
Galleria got me in me the latest fashion God damn
Finger on the shift key cus these niggahs capping God damn
Linen by Versace

Treat it like a gold mine
Forty-Nining for the lines
Ain't pushing on goal lines
Passin by on pharcydes
Tote the pill no co-sign
Pharmaceutical eye

shit guess he want to die
He a little bitch high in the sky
Me and my bro going let me slide
24 clips going die by mine
He a little bitch going rob he

the same you for show I'm the screw in it

I'm a fool with this shit by this time I think you know
I got money and dick did I say that yeah so
I ain't

forty-five stuck by my waist
Buenas Noches pulled up and I will just spray
I will just spray
Huh make sure you pray
Make sure you pray cause I am the prey

I'm

Peppermint mocha in a paper cup
I'd drink it every day but I don't make enough
Fake enough sick of all the fakin' tough
People being people they

Bells on bob-tail ring
Making spirits bright
What fun it is to ride and sing
A sleighing song tonight
A day or two ago
The story I must tell
I went out