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Hey, it’s been a while, tell me how you’re doing ?
Heard you got someone new, hope he makes you smile and
I hope he does bring you what I couldn’t
I

cool... so we gone...creep up on em.....you can...ask my brothers... and my cousins... I been gettin money....


Niggas they...ain’t seen...me in...a

could spill my heart
But I know if I do then this will all fall apart
I try so hard to forget you
But all of my feelings tell me it's not what it seems

you have misused
And abused
Let me tell you this
When I win this duel
And Jesus drowns in my piss
I'm gonna make you wish
You could regurgitate
All

die (uh huh)
You got to bring them niggas with you when you trying to lead a tribe
I got stress up on my neck
Money on my mind
Tell these niggas I got

the shit for free they don't want nothin'
Any n***a you see with the kid got it
Cause' I can't have no broke n***a stand around me (hell naw')
You still

now
Hey, It’s been seven months
Everything I see still reminds me of you 
Oh, how evil life is
Separating us even when we’re not ready 
But now I know

and I'm letting you know
I'm right behind when you ready to go
I tell her that she's unforgettable though
She look back at me like already she know
Windows

ready to descend. 

Here is sin! 
But what is the sin? 
He knows it! 
Ask him in the rubble of sky. 

"Exceed your limit and fear" he tells you

exotic you can tell by the smell
Twin up in this bitch you know we smokin onnat thrax
Fuck that bitch and kick her out, she aint nun but a gnat
We serving

you stressed
Needing a blem
Exquisite finish, rise them skengs
I dunno how Lz ain't dead

Spill juice on the pave
Me and bro try do baitface
Defend your

tryna settle the score
Her blouse it met wit the floor
Ironic excited her leggins got tore
Dress to kill when you naked anyway
On yo body champ spill

following the signs, tryna past time by thinking of the prize that's waiting on me
Thoughts cross
Is this thing phony?, will she steal from me?, there's

North
Twenty-twenty yeah
You ready?
C'mon, let's go
Riding down the street real city night life
Ain’t no bitch across the country gonna fuck up my

you'd rather spend that shit on a Birkin
All the trauma i done seen, can't relive it I'm hurting
Rather be by myself, make me feel like a burden
People

the grave
Just play this painting and pray my soul in a better place
My home, when you look at heaven's face, just look up to find me
Vibin' Cosmic Optics,

the case nigga let's do it, I'm tired of niggas actin' crazy
Slide on me at eleven, I'll be ready nigga just to get it done, it's on my baby"
Lil' bro walked

I'll get there when I get there
Please don't tell me to witch gears 
Shit, you lucky I'm coming, I don't fuck with these functions 
I Ain't hip

cold
And i just might be ready to go
Cause what the fuck would you know
Nothing
Paranoid
my mind
Look in the mirror and see what i find
Whole lotta fears

and become mentally richer
As a writer make commas because of my trauma
Even if the mirror looks bitter
But listen to me when you can
I will arrive to your

Gooding I looked In my dawg Eyes
Went froze
Went cold Said it's snow time
Freeze em Up
Leave em Up By the clothes Line
Couldn't Tell What's what Had no Time

me imma leave em stankin

I took my struggle n I turned it to a bag
To a bag
When I copped da charger these hoes thought I rented dat
Rented dat
Now

When the bullet hit went close to my spine
Cuba Gooding I looked In my dawg eyes
Went froze went cold said it's snow time
Freeze em up, leave em up by

niggas they ready to shoot, run up on us and you doomed
That bitch she wanted me, and I'm like who?, better go fuck on the crew
Swerving a vette and I'm