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girl was born
But I take it for granted she never reached Little Big Horn.
She swam across the Platte river,
	cnd she started to shiver.
She got sick for

a little holiday
You know a get away  
Closer to the sun rays
Getting closer to the money
Euros at a higher rate
Some people only make 
Enough to get by
I

Cocaine. Now I'm on fire like propane, got you niggas shakin like an earthquake. My time, I rise, stay writing your lies, your wrongs in my song, I'm prolly

started
Younging heart big but he heartless
World so full of fake love man i don't even want it
Take it with you when you walking
Birds stay flocking

stopping, that's the devil who tried to bait me,
And just watch the nigga bite it like a little fool, started to be addicted to the sweetest of the fruits

Lets go (Im the hardest young nigga)
My whole team gunna ride
(This just how I feel) aye, on god
(Nd' all you wanna get offended, Lets go)
This ain't

she kiss me wit the Lipstick
Lips always taste like Kool-Aid
 
I love how ya lips taste like Kool-Aid
Ba-by
I Love how your lips taste Kool-Aid
And just

And going out like marry and Joseph sneak
I'll put money on ya head that's abortion
Oh u got them bricks
Ya Kids napped that's extortion
Feens they say it's

thirty burpees daily
Judgement cuts but I'm rich, baby, I don't fuck I bronco bust
Got your Chakra two, squat-dropped in view
Big fat ass masked phantasm,

expression
Although its dope I'll singaporeer tune clever
Hands with the pen but the shit just neverlands
Iran away to become me whoever standin
By while it's

on the street
Cause I never forget that I came from the grease
Sweat stains on the shirt
Its hard work just makin it work
Head on a swivel stayin alert
Started

years and I'm just getting started

The rappers stinkin up the game, somebody farted

What would hip be without me

Hulksmash repeat after me

Chorus

All they see is the rings they don’t know ya sacrifice
You chasing that dream got a ton of sleepless nights
It’s game time
Lights, camera, action in

make 30 thou(sand) 
With the art and verses, one day I could throw my worries out 
I'm just a poet trying to write up a Hamlet 
Ever since I got adopted,

Yesterday the sun was shining
My friend got bit
By a spider in Mexico
After he remarked on my
Thinning hair
My second cousin told me
His friend

still get slept on it's a high crime
Who am I to judge can't get me to budge
I'm just here trying to get shots off that beat the buzz
My boy got rich off

they got, they ain't no progression
Me and Nina's got the ball and we own possession
Studio sessions with the Smith and Wesson
All you do is press it,

and yay, see a
You ain't got the dough we spray, fuck the D.A.
Truck breeze away, material world
Big guns, wit scratched serial world
My cats put an end

no more
Shit all i feel is velour
I paralyzed by my freedom
I don’t know what to do
Look in the mirror it’s true
Ain’t nobody got more lemons than you

me thinking i’m just a big loser, that’s a lie
My absence is me not giving a damn ‘bout all you guys
Double cup in my right hand but it’s juice

can't even find my feet
Everyone sees potential but you're the only one blind to it
I crawl to keep it moving, I see time fly by me
I don't want to end up

the shit now
Big dog talk you likely to get bit now
From mall walks to gold on my wrist now
Like Paul Wall you really need to slow down
From the country but

the armour come with the larma
Fully loaded blood check the banana 
Dem man are gonna get found by a farmer
Blood might just surface on harbour
If you dont

feel me
I was taught by the streets
Looked up to big meech
Started roadrunning
Flipping bows every week
Out my broad backseat
Y’all ain’t see it coming
I