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head
You think we bluffing circle back now
Yo cousin dead killing off rumors
Just cause my people clutching then blame it on the trenches
Just cause we

I got crossed by my homie that's closer than kin
I took a loss, go with my heart, I bet I won't again, no
On everything, money bring problems
But

as I say before your life becomes your loss
Leave you brain dead for thinkin' you could pull that shit off
Think you better than me? Huh...cough, cough

I wasted my money and I wasted my time
I believed in bad decisions and I messed up my life Now I can't keep pace in this modern age
Drinking my pay

niggas out
Was Biggs on shottas but I'm Mad Maxin' all these niggas now
Had a heart for my city I'll still rep it to the death
Niggas fumbling on the come

in the rain
Maybe I'm crazy
Sitting around and being swallowed up by all your needs and worries
While you ring up another one
An addict, you're

my own life I don't play by your rules
I know I said before that I'm changed man
But I'm covering up my scars with a face mask
And there's nothing in

a grimy mother fucker then youd be dead by day light
Cause daddy could take this label off his back
And really show ya why wings are turning black
Man im

Im the one you were warned of by your whole god damn family
I'ms walking dead man no one can save me
Im startin to see this up on that daily
When I was

appetites

I'm a ghost in society
A pawn in the herd
A shadow looking for its body
Dazzled by the neon God
And I'm not dead yet

I believe You gave sight to the blind
I believe that the dead came to life
I believe there were wonders and signs
And You're still the same
I believe

she pop back up all in my face
She go too the next room call my phone like there go all yo space
I ain't kidding
coulda been dead or locked in prison

They love me, they murder for me
Bitches get naked for me
Niggas caught bids they be home in nev-uary
Prized possession, can't take me when
You dead

the One
And the way that the Son
Made a way for his sons
By His grace and His love
And the pain that would come
When they raisin' him up
And the angels

shapes
Now it's smoking like the dope fiend's
I'll cut your body by the feet
And chop it up like it's something to eat
Sins I commit would haunt you for

You can come in but don't touch a thing
I say I collect knives
They start to fear for their lives
Oh, that's nothing
Red wine stain or something

real life Tony
Fuck around and up the Uzi on him
Pushing EDDs, punching kicks at the same time
Linked up with Dev
Take the reader down to KY
Dee

Always got some green

Twenty-pointers in the buffs, bitch
My view icy
Balaclavas back-to back-to back, bitch
We too shiesty
Know that shit designed by

umm
(What?) I'm the anti-Christ (Really?)
They wanna kill my mama
(Why?) for givin' me the life (Right)
I'm out my tree they say
I walk a different way

Take your son to the land of Moriah
Take his life, throw his body to pyre
An angel of the Lord
Steps in by the grace of all that's good
We see your

rabbit hole

Surrounded by four walls
Itch myself out, situation is awful
Cos we're in it again, spin it till we're dead
If not now then when, Cos I'm

gonna shed no
It's time
Maybe I should quit, all of this writin' shit
Feel like I dont fit, I got alot of grit
But I need someone to come and pull me out

Only nice to a whore
If I’m in the pen
Had that bitch sick
When I left huh
Now that bitch
Wish I was dead huh
Now I cheetah print
My bitch huh
And she

Shorty got a bubble butt with a thigh gap
Never mind that got a little sidetracked
Remember finding dead bodies
Off of Humber bike path
Life going by fast