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know that I'm fly that's been since day one
Next day say she hate me
Little do she know that's been done
I know that you broke I can tell by your fit

about it
Just shut up
For years I wouldn't have it
But the joke's on me
Cause now I've found it
And here you are now sitting by my side
And I'd burn it

Ye )
Everyday in life is a test
Representing my hood
Representing west ( West side )
Zips in my pants
I control the crowd with a little bit of dope (

drop
Yeah I'm coming to they house with a scrubba and a mop
Gotta clean up all the blood on here yea shit well there's a lot
This stupid little pussy boy

another day
And now it always feels like I'm melting
Joy broken by the smallest talk
Left sitting, staring, empty, hoping
Look to the corner, in the chair,

health of heart
See the lights spin on by
See how brightly they shine
Talk with all of glee
You'll forget me
Wonder why you were sad
Now you are glad
Dance

or even less than 
That so don’t be fooled by all these little numbers you’re respecting
They’re watching billboard like a Tarantino movie 
Valentino

immature, making a jump sound
Instead of a trampoline, the place I need
to dance on is the stage, crazily, up down
Now don’t just talk about it, it’s time

you can go a little higher
See my future self that's the person I admire
In a bad place, in a rough mental space
Everybody goes through it I don't got

by how little people change
But Quick to call me out for switching lanes
The path I tread i'm never gonna win
But i won't know until i reach the end

about the opinions of liberal voters
Revolted by conditions, decisions and indecision
Then revolted
Got a little too crazy, and liberals bolted

Afraid

you better talk to me right
Lemon drop light ice
When the beat Drop
I just might
Shake a little something give them something real cute like
With my

stressed out
Ya they talk about my shit
Cause they know who really lit
I ain't gotta tell nobody
But my profit and my bitch
They say Franky boy
Why you

it makes us do
Because it's music
It does what it wants to you
And if you don't like this
Make a little something for you
Just like how I made this for

lonely
Used to bang F
Just for a couple Stonies
I was the only black little kid in class
And my mum and dad let me know from the start
I was the butt

OCD positive
So this is part two
Of me and my story dude
Ain't looking for no sympathy
Just simply trying to tell you
If you got OCD it's ok to talk

He wears it when he talks to her
It helps to hide his silent fear
And when it’s off, he’ll avert his eyes
He keeps it handy just in case
She tries

or two no i'm not the richest
But yo bitch she be on my dick now she is my Misses
Now she is my Misses
Yeah I got a little riches
Yeah we all up in

iridescent feelings that change on cue
Sunset is the chorus and the egg is the verse
Side by side they do a jig, baby funk a little
I'm off that paddle piddle,

what are your deeds
In the end it's all dust and rubble
Burst out the bubble, Own the struggle
Get gassed up by the troubles
A Hustla mentality goes

Wish I could find me a good man
C'mon boss, always late
Today could be the day
I find a good city man
Someone who love just me
And even buy me pretty

when she messaged me
I knew we're gonna walk by the sea
It might sound little bit crazy
But she a pretty girl, my baby
Now I am seeing she a fo sho

revoir, so long, yeah
How could I be wrong? Did you listen to the song?
Little bitch you seen a (Cena) cheque, better call it 'John'
Paid by what date? Boi,

back, i can't go back, told God Look not again
Everyone gangsta till that choppa rip they mans up
So just stay focused mind yo business, get yo bands up