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my shit was trash, now you want a track now?
Oh I get it, used to hate on me, and now you sad now
Oh damn, well that's way too bad now
I was 11 x2 man,

against me
Must've contemplated suicide
Drive-by in a Tesla
I call that s*** the electric slide
I don't own it yet
Doesn't mean I cannot manifest
Like

the opps or set up by woman
I start at the bottom i knew i would prosper
Get rid of the scrip then im calling my doctor
Two things i dont play about
Respect

sentence two
Your final destination
Death by retaliation
Yo, take your last breath as you beg lord for salvation
Am I my brothers keeper? Yes, I am
Till he

needs, I'll like it better if its two of me
If she get bored, I put her on a flight to Cali, change her scenery
Got twenty-four hours to get to a mill like

that you come to
Hate that I ain't perfect baby players fuck up too
Look what these stocks do
Missed the bell by one minute, now it's a flop move
Taking

behind my shoulder
Can't escape my devilish ways
Know you'd hate to be replaced
By a great with the name of Tylr C
part of the cult
Fuck all these MCs

Aye, roll some up for Gino
The way to el padrino through all the fog and weed smoke
In the middle of a state in two ways I'm awoke
All this nothing

you double for ransom

And I know that I can be a handful
When she grips my stick by the handle
When I spray her face like a vandal
When her man gets

Dedication got me pennin on my next line
Shit I let slide got me whishin for the next time
Kon spit that shit get me mentioned in your best five
By

doctrine ain't rightly divided
Ain't got no hate for you fam, just tryna help you see
That two cannot walk together, except must they agree
Promised

two hundred fiftyK
Every ten minutes
Be happy to spend it
Buy a couple gifts
For my family and friends
This holiday season
Always within reason
I'd be

coming back
But I know that heaven sent you down
And girl it ain't no stressing when you coming around
Copping some more medicine to smoke by the pound

tripping
Compose for an orchestra
Glass door spinnin
And that's just what I've been doing for the past four minutes
Get passed more digits than the App Store

insufficient to announce myself. 
I do love it in here. Something about stop, look, read, in rhythm. Gold frames my forgetting that I'm supposed to hate anything

yo
Shawty want the tippy tippy top
But she still using tippy toes
Can't even walk at my pace, by the way, if we take it slow
Under 5'8", no hate
Sorry

1 2 3 4
Brand new whip with the suicide doors
They don't know bout the Cuiecyde Note
Just want love he a disco kid
He walk around with a disco stick

Welcome to the trilogy of death. When you die, these lyrics die with you.
And they will be the only words you will be remembered by.
I've reached

a purpose
The hate going to fall back
My people stand strong because I'm telling you all that
We all down to ride
Just give us a call back
From Trevon

then hate again
I ball by myself only way to win
I'm chasing my dreams I won't wait again
Turn on yo dawg we ain't into that
You sending yo mans you

Vicodin
For this poison like a python I finna strike with venom
You and your patrons would never last a minute
By myself, boy, the man done did it
If me you

(One two three four)
I'm reaching towards my limit
Think I'll hit it now or never
Could you hold me for a minute
And could you make it last forever

afterward feel like throwing up
I got a 10 minutes re-invitation, mind and my body
Their numbers ain't adding up
I hate being late to the party
Even when not

to see
I love the way you hold me down
I love it when I see you smile
You hate it when I'm on the road cause you always want me around
I fell in love yea