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saccharin, fentanyl, pfizer 

Leave it running 
Leave the keys in it
If I ain't back in a minute, gun it
You can go and keep it
I got both feet

on shit
Sometimes I feel I need out this shit
Spin it 'round one time
Close my eyes, then click
Once I'm dead, maybe I'll deserve all this
World, get off

off to the world
If she hold it down she get diamonds & pearls 
See diamonds & pearls cool 
But that's what I did to my last two 
& they in the past boo

to Earth
Ohh my God, Lord
What am I here For ?
Man I don't know
'Cause all I hear is bullshit galore
All my niggaz dropping down to the floor
By them

the gun
Always on the run, counting money by the ton
Then I stash it with a nun, lips under lock and key
Vowed to silence, she won't even tell me

Opening

biryani
Man a real shotta like kymani
Nigga friend zoned her like paganis
They sleeping on me no pajamas
Them people trippin I go bananas
All in the kitchen

Hello Mark
Ssup Lucy
You know what I came for
Fuck off, yall motherfuckers coming for the same thing!
Will you give up now? 
No way, you better go

on shit
Sometimes I feel I need out this shit
Spin it 'round one time
Close my eyes, then click
Once I'm dead, maybe I'll deserve all this
World, get off

for me to fall off
Who shot the lull that gave my first start
I, I did
C'mon

I don't think I'll ever sleep through the day, hey
And tell me what you

a gun
And they sent me away to the war.

And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As the ships pulled away from the quay
And amid all the tears, flag waving

Sometimes I feel I need out this shit
Spin it 'round one time
Close my eyes, then click
Once I'm dead, maybe I'll deserve all this
World, get off of me
Niggas

Had I had a fucking gun
I would shoot your ass and run
I'm already off n'gone
I'm in immigration

Find a reason to relax
Don't you know about sex

wave coming, wash the shit off the street
Is it true, is it coming
But I ain't running
Some way to go, but I'm bound to be free
There ain't no heroes

didn't believe it gets met with a gun clap
Bop-bop-bop
(Let me finish em)
Eenie-meenie-minie-mo
One by one you'll all be gone
Blowin' up like the Taliban

idle by
Criticizin' somethin' you can't ever fuckin' try bitch
Don't try and deny it
You ain't on that fly shit
You a bum mother fucker
And always trynna

felt like one
'Cause your brain can only think about the waiting loaded gun
But your friends are all still here, so pretend you're having fun
All your

xoldddd, Ian never switxhed or never fold if he reach for dis dat boy gotta go , Aye wondering who gon b by my side wen Shii hit da fan, wondering would u

Mad vibe they cyan stop,
« blow »
Yeh mi love when gyal whine to di top, Riddim Up,
Turn off the light gyal level up,
If you know you bad, come by my

Bag me for attempted M
By 10 it got changed to an M
Skengfield ain't slapped it once
Isn't it shit you keep losing friends?
Every year, that's your

nigga
On gang (What's the word, C4?)
Y'know, money bring power
(6) Power bring ammunition (Wop, what
It is, nigga?) , ammunition bring gun smoke
You

the rocks in my shoe
Niggas are sick like the got the flu
Run up on me I blow you like a flute
Servin' them pounds, by the Citgo
Niggas they hate 'cause I

sitting nice
I'm talking popes, linen white
You niggas old, due to actual facts
I get actual gash by the hour
Sex in the showers
Put time in, grind, get

Verse: Bitch I made it off of Normandie, I ain’t no regular pedestrian, the only time 911 is called is when the guns rings, all I ever wanted was

and she stay with a gun boy she'll smash you. Im like baby girl swear to God you the one. You just like me you be really goin dumb. She like bae i dont