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on the low

Turn my Kia to a Benz
Turn my exes into friends
Turn my enemies to trends
That won't ever pop again
I'm the guy for forgiving and forgetting
Play

deliveries, no drive thru
You know I'm high when
I'm rolling right by you.
My blunt on my lip, my mind set to dip
A Bag full of trip, and I hope I ain't skip
No

Back with a vengeance
It's an act of allegiance
I'm back with the pen, rapping again
Actually mad that I need a bag, then again
Hence I've never been

alone
Till you weren't alone
They would surround me and tell me to try again
They aren't really your friends
They'll back stab you in the end
They'll shun

Wake ya game up or hang it up
I ain't hanging nothin up
But my coat bruh
Conversation rule the nation
That's why they talkin bout us again
Shame who was

the top spot, that I've not got
As of right now but a lot's going to change
I 'aint got to stock glocks or just pop shots
With the fire rounds, lyrics are

Shady Shining through the blackout back down if you ain't ready
I go Ludicrous on the Tip of the edge popping conFetti

They don't really wanna see

and planned
'Coz the things I see ain't changing, feels like they're going nowhere
All I ever dreamt for myself was to be a better man
Now I wake in the mid

And functions I gotta have em
Even though I tend to I lay low
Disappearing like Danny phantom
(Going ghost)
Hopefully by 32 my pains are gone like Magic
Johnson

a thing
Though they'll claim it
It's just some niggas who hating
Claim they know me but forgot where I stay
Yeah I figured 
Ain't no nigga going hard as me

you're somewhere up there in the air
Uh
I ain't a killer but i swear
This anger over powers all my fears
So if i ever see that nigga face
I'm gon' make his

again and then reflect
If you ask me then it's yes
We winning we Blessed
God did it God did it all of Him look I Confess
And everything that ever mattered

contains the blood of Christ
Never needed ghostwriters, I'm something like a poltergeist
You ever need a blessing, holler at me I ain't overpriced
Pride got

of Christ
Never needed ghostwriters
I'm something like a poltergeist
You ever need a blessing
Holler at me, I ain't overpriced
Pride got em going left
Be

tired I guess sleep for the weak
Me and the gang do this shit every week
Ain't coming down I'm still at my peak

Swear the same songs they been on repeat

the same coat

So cold right folks
Bloody soaked fucking cunts having a stroke
Oh so broke
Stop going loco you aint a narco I'm trynna make big bucks like

it big but they ain't Chris
I've been doing this
I ain't new to this
I been screwing chicks
By the twos and shit
I never fuck the same hoes
I change

Ain't get shot by cop today man that's just my luck
I live another day to breathe again
Don't feel no better just cause it ain't me on Fox and CNN
We

power
I must admit, sometimes I was a motherfucking coward
Now I'm better than ever, and I ain't never going back
'Fore I made this song, it was a long

smoking cause it's mixed by the feezy I'm chill dude but please don't deceive me RIP to Chad cause pimping ain't easy Houston is my city  but my new home is

Ayy, I almost lost myself, just tryna find my peace again
In the booth all by myself, just recording while I vent
If she ever asks to restart, I'll

everything before it dropped
Still wish she had more
And he was everything any girl could ever ask for
But she had bigger dreams and I guess he just ain't pass

niggas have been sticking hope that dope last[01:58.11]Tomorrow isn't promised so forget the past[02:00.90]Hey hey[02:03.78]I can't imagine ever going back

of me then I’m proud of you
We uppin the scores we dont ever loose


Mix the lean with lemonade
I be going in and out everyday
Slime a nigga out if he