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to the bap
Running it back, I'm on the track
I'm gunna fuck I just, go by the facts
Calling me Mac, calling me back
I wanna know bout it, when they attack
I

at the Norvin House
Corner standing below three
Frozen cheeks, frozen feet
Niggas holding heat cause it's a cold street
Heavy bearded blowing blunts the face
Roll

You've got no time to tell me what is wrong with this world
Cause everyone blames another for their faith, minds hurled
Corpses opposite, just

want the life thats predicted than it's yours
Twenty three hours in prison than it's yours
Become another statistic than it's yours
This type of shit

hit the coupe
And out of 30 I got hit 3 times
One in the arm one in the
Leg the other in the thigh
So either God was by my side
Or them shootas was

Got that contract back in July
And now my comrades say, "A record deal
You got the cake boy
Just please don't be another Drake, boy
Please don't make

fingers
Y'all foos wasting yall time
I'm out here getting the bag
I got three point five in my Zag
Spark it up and see where we at
I told that little bitch

her that will get you fucked quick with that type of walk
That nigga just got robbed by his fiend, now he a fired boss
Yea I knew that I would make it

pressure

I need you to take this pain away
Tell them Get out of my face
Like, leave me alone
I feel my heart finna break

At the crib by myself, I had

pain
I'm just so terrified
Cause when the wedding's over
And we're back behind closed doors
What if we wake up and we're not happy anymore
I don't want

your hand
One two Three
The you take me to another world
Just smile baby you got me spending wise
I don't really care what ya all talk about the dope

the poms up when he was just twenty-three 
They couldn't differentiate the flipper and googly

Sent Daryll Cullinan to the psychiatrist 
Terrified the bloke

Give it time, no one's losing their minds
I'm just learning your lines
And you're learning mine
A little fighting is fine
How then should we be

to
Time is money so I'm up late. Scheming, plotting, counting up cake
Like, what you need? What's the ticket and what date
I'm sending love to all my

Seven
Eight
Woke up at 3am again
I don't think that I can stand the pressure
I've been putting onto my brain
Your body's changing
Organs moving
Mine

until I drop a deuce of red in it
I don't never drive slow, I be goin' top speed
I got thirty shots with two niggas, so it's times three
Nigga try

I fell in love with the game before. All of it. All the ups, the downs, everything
But this? Nah, this ain't that. This the you leave her to
Time is

out the hustle, we makin' a play like a huddle
I put on for the three like I'm Russell Wilson
Waist deep in the streets, Tyrese Gibson
First time that I

feeling
But then I got distracted
By another soul
Hand to God
Shawty had a lollipop
Licking with her titties out
No habla
Happy that my money talks
Homie

to send gotta capture the moment
Look how the time be running if it ain't now then when? Dead.

You can put the kicks in my coffin a Nike and a three

the picture
That's where I crossed paths with this bad Influencer
Looking sexy by device, she made an entrance in life
The man said "Let me introduce you

to the better 
 
Close one door 
Open another 
To explore 
It's a new me 
Who knows what's in store 
Just keep walking 
To the dance floor 

Thought you knew me

money you gettin' by word of mouth
Bitch, I can't take you out, I'ma just lay you down
Get you for one night, I'm kickin' you right out

Clockin'

Yeah
Only so much I can explain to y'all
Yeah, one

Idolizing a Maserati, another brother walked by me
Contemplating to try me, got me thinking,