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the attic

Been contemplating suicide
No I'm talking about blowing out my own mind
Gotta kill this hate up off me
Depression gotta skate up off me
Gotta keep

reach her
I guess im tom cruise
Smoking on Hawaiian blues
Pull up leave no clues
Play it by 
The guide line
There a thin line 
Between love and money
I

Just came home
From the club
And right now
Your in my thoughts
Im just feeling lost
Im just feeling lost

Im stuck between I hate you and I love you

Paranoia got me sobered up
No cap we are royalty
Skrrr Skrrr like a Bugatti
Good kush got me fucked up
Paranoia got me sobered up
Love me or hate me I don't

That bitch named blazin jayne
My body picture-perfect so he knock it out the frame
My pussy gone pop so I call her champagne
I don't want your nigga

Aye yuh lil faint 
Walking thru the block 
Hide it in my sock 
I was chasing bread I was begging for a lot 
Niggas really hate you when They see u

think im doing well, well
You can go and fuck yourself, yeah

You'll see me in the back
With the fl stacks
Playing nexus pads
No one by my side
Living

can have her I run by the bro code
I got plans anyway what you sayin
Bitch I got another date with the bank
She a thiccums but she rocking hello zeros

religion just God
Only she can balance me
No weapon against me shall prosper
Go head
Challenge me
I’m conditioned for the hate
Thought Marvin was my brother

knock off that's why 
Ya hoes getting knocked off 
They wonder why P ain't pop Off by no mean am I sucking Dick 
I don't condone in sucker Shit and I

Feels good to be me
I'd hate to be you
Got J's on my feet
Don't step on my shoes
Drippin' so much
You might step in the ooze
Dodging 12 in these size 12's

you got be a little quicker
They be so quick to assume
Talk about it I must be the elephant in the room
They be full of hot air I'm a pop balloon
All

mine up in jar
Cuz the bank owned by
People that feel we
Look like tar high
In the elevator her
Purse she clutchin it
Hard wrong guy Miss no
Cause I be

that's the definition of insane too
It's a cycle
Yeah
It's a cycle
Pop met mom
Lil light skin thing
Wanted her close by but no intentions of a ring
She got

the moms, pops, and kids
Don't want the excuse
It is what it is
Did you think about me when you did what you did?
I don't hate you for it
Its a different time

fightin' wit his pops
Slammed em onna ground
With his head bangin'
He want negativity to stop
I remember that day, tears
Flowin down his face the
Shit that

Man these bitches, I ain’t chasing



She got good head, now she flaking



She gone be gone by days end



Only step out on occasion



Hate being in

to grab em' off me,
Let her slip n dip, while I stroke them hips,
Grab her by the throat, and kiss her pussy lips,
I can feel her pulse, she got that

Pops said don’t lose yo gift my son
Don’t you live life by that gun
Made some songs that people sung and now my bag different
Walk up that slope, no

if this what I want then i'ma get it
No matter the cost it's clear to see i'm strapped with a gun
They hate on my gut cos i'm not timid talk and I walk

Don't stop
Till the clock
Hit noon
Pop
So stay glocked
If you knew
What's good for you
I take a shot
For the block
Ain't no goons missing
I hate to think

place
I done made this sit I ain't never had to chase
Ain't no dashing
Did it by myself nah I ain't never had no hate
Always had to shine yeah I ain't

together
But I guess he didn't feel the same, and now you're in London
And how fucked up is it:
That every time I saw a notification for you pop on my phone,

Why you talking nigga yeah i do this shit
Like buddha im true to this
Wont play me lil nigga i aint a fool to this
Yeah bitch we gon win i hate that