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have to die
I want you to fly
Please don't end up like me
You can still be more, more than I could be
I want you to survive

So go, go and buy a gun
Buy

story on too many drinks
The motherfuckin conversation heavy like too many rings
Many things scarin me but best believe i`ll dare to be
The best I can

by a cover but niggas can't read titles up
Imma country ass nigga
Who grew up while shooting guns
Imma about to go
Imma bout to go
Journey home
Imma

talent
The money, hustle and time
It’s a test of all emotion
Devotion can’t be defined
Will you give into divine?
Or fall apartment lose your mind
If it

on the motor (skrt)
(Chasing that money hard not to be greedy
Put a knife in my back its was closeup
(Dont Give a fuck bout no love everybody can keep it

I come

't even come near
Flexing on my exes if they even still here
I think I took em out while I leveled up my career
Haha
Imma rock em like a baby
And you can

they can be happy with
And with whom they can spend and enjoy
What is left of their life

The fact that someone already has children
Becomes somewhat

And they still wanna act like we're good friends with the Ching Chong
And that's because China's fucking lining our senators pockets
While those communists

a decision
On if you're a friend or a villain
It's fun acting dumb I admit it
But still get it done never quitting I'm winning
I promised myself I would get it

tryna fuck all night
You could not be my wife I ain’t going out like a sucker that’s right
I still need you in my life phone going off since I gave you my

three nights on a park bench, when ya
Kicked me out of your apartment
Now you ask if we’re still friends
‘Cuz you might move to New York
You might move

Deadly double dragon
My graphics are lo-fi stabbings
Coming thru like yo what's happening
Throwing beers and trash can phantoms
Yo Frankie like were

hand
We were casualties in the game that no one wins
It's called “you're so cute that guys can't be ‘just friends.'”  

From the time that my plane left

Ohhh
Ohhh ouu
Mmm mm mmm
mmm mm mm
Ohhh ohhh
I've got too much on my mind, trynna drown it out by working
Aye yo God, can you hear me? Know you busy

jus how it be
Barely hanging on by the skin of my teeth
Infection eats away only spreading disease

Got some rabid dogs still up in these streets
Cant

way?
Yeah, they love to hate
'cause I'm on the come-up
Never gonna stop until they put me in a coma
Even if I come up, I'm still gonna be a loner
And I

haters see I can never be beat
I'm a good kid, sweet guy, with the kindest soul
Ask anyone, don't be shy, I'm sure they would know
They're sad to see my

control like Illaoi
I was Clyde and she was Bonnie, we fucked up, and now I'm lonely
Mhm, I'm just joking
I got friends and my family all around me
Got

on some real shit
You could’ve said that you needed something else
Could’ve said you wanna be by yourself
You got it
I’ll give you space, I’ll do all I can

Could fall any day the clouds are like eyes
If you believe they not lying
If from where streets and gods meet you greeted by 9s
We said r.i.p. he still

you
Then I was upset
I'm nothing without you
Just filled with regret

No, we were never the same
You only have yourself to blame
And I still would be by

the world
Yeah, she know who she is
We couldn't never be, but it's cool
It is what it is
19 years on the earth
Hip-hop is my kid
Been raisin' it for years

all that attitude
Cause I never want to be mad at you
Uuuufff
I got the pueblo on fire
I got the hitters for hire
Look around anything I can buy

the get back's home due time
My friends do it on sight
Nigga, how you gon' take man's shine?

Don't get it twisted 'cause of the music (Don't)
I still bruck