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Yeah
Alot of times we surrounded by enemies who disguise as friends you know
You know you niggas
We just didn't wanna tell it straight to your face

virginity
See we finna be
The best on the set when you talking lyrically
So it's impossible for you to walk in the shoes of a ****
We stay dope
No

Take it all the way back, Mix it up man
Rain on the track
Mental money stack, physical, digital
Give me the bag, I'm all up in it

Fall back when

I'm holding on
I'm hanging by a thread
I'm talking on
It's almost like you're dead
And your memory
Is blinding me
It won't let me see

Hold up
Won't

Don't forgive me
How's your mom, does she miss me
You and your dad
Are you still not talking
It's been so long, I forgot your number
Are you the same blue

Think it's time it should be known I'm the main topic
I feel uninspired by all these rappers to be honest
I ain't even popping
But I got better

like""what did i see?""
I just passed by eat my stardust bitch
Niggas talk too much I'm the only one who tics
Finna blow like a bitch
I ain't talking bout dick

in harm's way (not in harm's way)
I know I used to be in your face
You can put me on probation
Just be patient
So I'm sitting by myself (Out

the warrior drum
Move to the tune of the revolution
The queen is missing
Start my Congo jungle mission
Born to run
Chosen One
Gifted by the suns
8th wonder

You just nod your head
I hope you know
I'll be by your side wherever you go
(But now we're just in quarantine)
Remember, every day when we're going

I've been seeing  a therapist for several years
And my mother is a topic of every session
It saddens me greatly, nearly brings me to tears
To think

on a fuck nigga ass like roaches
Ion need no help these niggas cant coach me
I ranned it up all by my lonely
Get yo ass wack you cant get close to me
Shooter

hunnid bands by the day
Yeah i'm not fazed, i like it with the icing on the cake
Niggas want features, but the same niggas canceled me back in the day
Now

bout your past
Your love done hit me in my heart I'm talking center mass
I'd rather have this frame with all this broken glass
Than faded memories

Back in them days when my poppa had the benzo
Down on McLennan St it was not a rental
Still had the fade on me and I had my mental
Now I got trauma

Sipping piña coladas
My paycheck full of commas
Comma
Going to war I'm tossing mad grenadas
Not the Dalai Lama
I'm talking bout Budapest
Angel on my

I can see the people as they pass me by
It's not like I think they would turn on me
Talking about it is better than a suicide
Looking for a little

myself
Had my family mad at me
Ain't even recognize my wealth
Ain't even talking currency
You know I'm wealthy
Too many people watching
Next thing you know

trippin nigga
The fuck
Keep me the Glock just to rock out
Twelve riding by gotta duck when the cops out
Just dipped to clay co you know that's my home town

Aye, I just went and copped me a vette
He said he want static, boy getting shocked, that's a bet
You ain't really bout it, stop throwing up sets

listen, but you steady on a pulpit
I already seen the full clip it's some bullshit
Me I'm havin fun, making money by myself
Reprioritize my hustle in search

talking
Then your running around we chasing ya down often
Then were playing sports i cant wait till we are balling
help you up when you are falling
You get

It's ridiculous yeah we got more than just friendship
I'm speaking the truth
Hell no I ain't talking senseless
Her love for me is endless
I invoke all

a dream and gave up my Apartment
Just talking bout it hella stressing me i""m so exhausted 
I got a son to feed by any means i got to focus
I hope they get