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wouldn’t go well
I was at the helm, this is my fault
Ridin’ through the waves, straight through the rocks
In the white sea, man, this is on me, now
I didn’t

fly as him, 
hope all of yall can swim, 
Flowing like a storm, far from the norm,
Ripping off your limbs, 

Come in this bitch like a predator, 
Sitting

right now
I put time into it
Fear
I feel hated
Seems like by everyone but i think its just me
I know whats good for me but i still wont
Its a low place

at fault
Now if you speak on my name or my music
Your whole career I'mma outline in chalk
WHAT!

Brotha man brotha man
Understand Understand
I took time for

And the bitch naked, got cake
It's her Birthday
First things first I know you niggas
By your first name
Birthed niggas probably gave half of them they rap name

on your news feed
Drugs and sex by who?
Josephine
Well it’s not all her fault
In the land where chaos is the law
Runnin round all day and night, yeah
You

I'm about to make a mess in the scene
Like sexing a virgin on white sheets
And I heard they don't like me
But we I don't care cause I'm preferred by ya

The pair at the table waiting for their own death
By suffocation from breathing deprives white smoke

You know i'm dying
You know I'll leave you
You know

July
But this ain't no paradise
Corona mask for disguise
So if he dies then he dies
I know my path is divine
But there's a fault by design
No doubt ever

out of somebody
I get it, is it preliminary, was it hesitation?
You're messing with nobody at the moment
You can tell me, I don't see nobody
In your

I am just a lost child
Digging a grave
By the seaside
Then a vision 
Of a wand hand 
cnd a white tomb on an island

Understanding I have two paths

Found what I want, oh, what you brought
So this day is all about me, girl, I forgot
Can't remember every year, that's all my fault
So you know that

dashboard to see how fast the Car go

I’ll make a racist mad and buy a house near Mar a lago

Drop the red white and blue raise da African flag

Got a Satchel

It’s always high or low - Always friend or foe
Can’t say we didn’t know (can’t say we didn’t know)
Turn it on, turn it off - It’s never your fault

im bout blow up)
Hol up, two white cups, let's pour up
Hoes come around when I roll up
Step on the scene and they go nuts, oh damn, that was your gal

you blamin' rap
When it's your fault, you didn't give a fuck about school
Probably could've got a mother fuckin' A in class but, fuck that I graduated

it not a maze
I watch as you got amazed by the way I spit that lava flame
Ain't nobody spitting hotter mane besides maybe ROTR Dae
Heard that he just

We used to play out in the rain
Your mother scolded us
She said that we were bad

Through the rain I go, I pray
Doing this shit like I'm in some game

No be my fault say I like woman
(Shey you get my point)
No be by force, no dirty my white
(Gimme love  when you whyn girl)
E be nice girl when you

all the doctors, I know this shit isn't my fault
Your bluff has been called, nobody listens.
This 'script was written by the doctors 
Quittin'

look in eyes
Cos you know I eat the pussy like the fries at the bottom of the bag
My fault lemme anti bad guy
You slinging dirt while I win by

I'm about
Niggas mad at me, they broke, wanna hand out, but it ain't my fault

Think it's cool to go to jail, but you dumb as hell because you got

White lines, dark rooms to hide the flaws
You don't get me high anymore
You never wanted to know what I want
I know it's easy to say I'm at fault
You

info to the boys even if I die 
I still go Dey keep in touch.
Tell maa adey admit my fault 

This side we wey the streets endorse
We Dey pull na ambaa