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rather be dead
Shawty I promise I'm done
I love you and that's why I'm making this song yeah
Me and bro smoking a bong
We gonn' get through this I know

I was born hateful
Looking at this world ugly
Back and forth with questions wondering if god love me
I got an ex that wont let me live
Making life

to survive
You really think you got what it takes
Bitch fuck what you talkin bout
I woke up feelin like l-e-g-e-n-d
Ain't no one seeing me
Don't need your love

promise when i said I'll never hit you again
You was like my number one fan
You the one cheering for me to win
Making a good girl turn bad should be

Searching for love
But I'm not seeing the signs
Lost still let me help you unwind
One of a kind
Out of a scene
This could be a dream
But that would mean that

in they show you love when you die
Number nine making plays just wanna see people shine
Not in my prime I'm going up I'm blowing up like mime
Dont fuck

Shit I was loyal by default and yes it came with a cost,
I wore my heart on my sleeve before it got snatched off,
And they expect me to me to love

gone get a plate. 
I got some haters i know why my gun my boo keep it close by im loving her head its so fye i bust then i leave driveby
 Im in the hood

is ticking
Passing us by
We never notice
Until it's time
We're running in circles
Out of our minds
Always ignoring
The warning signs
Run run run
We run

contracts
Love the production cah most of them can't rap
Can't recall a single bar but we know the start tag
Ghost writers everywhere it ain't making sense

saves me
I love making songs

Can't show no love to politics politicking over dick
That shit safe less
You never know unless you take that risk
I'm feeling safe less
Everybody in

The Cure

Produced by flowers in narnia

Hook

She gon wanna get in
Try this penicillin
This is never-ending
We can touch the ceiling (x2)

Verse

full of villains
Took a zero bout to flip it to a million 
Imma money making nigga 

 I might cop a ounce and blow it it’s that kinda day 
Damn I miss my

where I've been
Putting in work
Making these hits from the crib
Watch 'em trip off this shit
Then show you live
Yeah we doing it big

Yeah

Tell me what

now I gotta make a name like the Joneses
Making records in the eighth grade
Young kid, fourteen
Really I was doing what I love
But now I'm sipping in

choose one like I'll sign with that

Moving
I been out cruising
I been out here trying to start me a movement
They couldn't do it
Bit and I chew it
Spit it

bouncin
This ain't no love song just saying how it is
Making money off this rap shit been my dream we was kids
I'm tired of being broke man that ain't no

Somewhere posted with a groupie bitch 

We making movie flics

At the function acting ignorant

Cause I’m off half a 5th 

And we lit 

Nah nigga

Tripping, forgetting we long living
Living too fast, sinning, making the crash quicken
That's doin the dash different I reflect as I'm detecting

I'm surrounded by sheep
I'm working long nights yeah I don't need no sleep
I'm making this flock but the niggas be sleep
And I don't need a friend I

baby o

Shey you go let me sign for your back
To write the name of all the kids we’ll be ma-making
Baby let me take you going deep
You know I’m not here

the good i wish for you
How is that so hard
Dier me yei me ye ma yen nyina o
Enti wotan me kwa
Blessing dem way show me genuine love
Got me lit for life
Dzo

ya product got poor pricing

My ma still love me a doctor be more like it
If rap don't work, I'll stop in New York Rikers
Admit to a crime that I ain't