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to desecrated
Time I gave her was time I wasted I hope it's clearly stated
They twist my words tryna make this good in me seem worse
They all follow earth but I

faults killing you
You see, you are your true villain. You need to rise the fuck up.
Only you can overcome yourself truly
Rise
Challenges are going to hit

the album on the label
Drop the contracts keep the promo that's how to turn the tables
Used to be bad call the bitch sable the way she stuff  her nasal
I was

Time to bring them sticks out call it open season
And im picky with my hoe need her a little seasoned
Why the fuck i gotta lie? just give me a reason

I can tell by the blinds
The life like a tape recorder hit play or rewind

Juicy
Just hit up Popeyes then dip with a 2-piece
Album be droppin’, you fakes lookin’ goofy
I been smokin’ on the boofy, yeah
I just been smokin’ that

I don't want a life led by life lessons
Still waiting for kind presents 
My first 5 albums out built on conscious, built on thoughts, now reinventing

shooting a 3 while I aim at a 10
I bagged it, buzzer beater
When she say that my verse is a heater I hit it again
Draw on her face then I get back to work

story arc
The whole album was about pain, and how I used you just to blame
It's a new story and it doesn't have you
Happened so recently it's still in

Aye
Hold on
Uh
Look
Right
Yea
Right
I got Demons on my side
I got, hold on
Aye, look
Smoke in front the corner store
Cops passing by while we going

mind yeah I need a couple
Been making art cause talk is cheap
Get it and lay low fine by me
I set a record Every time
Like every time steph hit a 3
I

My albums should hit like a semi truck
How much thought could a dumb fuck chuck
If a dumb fuck stayed stuck
And a thought never fucking struck
Good

my life and you don't believe
Don't believe it, you wanna see it
Give her one round now she need it
Smokin' backs by the packs now I'm leavin
And she

for better days
At this since I was getting number grades
Hit and I ain't even got her number saved
Moving like the old me
Niggas always telling me they

like depression
Bars hit your soul and leave tethered
Your spirit go up like three sevens, yeah

My bitch bad like a demerit
I pirate your album

paying half the bills
Traumatized by the drama we survived it every summer
Me and Keshia we were on the southside with our momma
Chasing after comma's

Aye back in this bitch like I'm Suppose to be
Stoke yo bitch good in her Ovaries
My diamonds colder than Polars be
Niggas be hating belligerently
But

Knowing how you thug need to get some life insurance
Nigga full-a dat food ain't no food in the kitchen
Rollin up a swisher 
Who u brought up in her wit u
I

once she's gone no coming back 
I can't afford to buy her love I'm sorry need my cash 
I'm focus more than ever can't be stuck up on the past 
I stepped

steal her purse
Hit by a car check my pulse
Just remember
I will do it for the kids
I will rise to the top
I will do it for the kids
I will stay true

and model
You be drunk getting courage from a bottle
Me and money bood up like
We stuck up the Apollo
Did the tour got signed now the album coming
Im finna

just rhyme
I just started my career off give me some time
Life's a bitch you gotta smack her behind
I still have faith in this shit, ain't no biggie

Don't need the bling or the swaggage (No)
To kick you straight outta Scranton (Woo)
You're making cash with your albums
But the paper we make, we planted

Griselda, by Fashion Rebels yeah
Uh huh yeah
Spooky shit, nigga
Way too spooky, nigga, look

Hard work instead of talent
But I work harder than