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My heart was full of love now my tank on E
Around the time you was listening to heart on sleeve by R.O.D
Fake love I OD'd you never hear my side

Hit it off with some confidence
Just be saying what goes on in my mind
Mid day different thoughts
Just Be running me rapid
That I'm trending off

Nights in the South 
Night One: 
Having good times can be so hard, 
If you don't know, 
Now you do, 
I don't really know why I came here but I'm

Confused and I'm lost
Dazing off and the days gon' cost me
Losing the bonds, and I'm beating a dead horse
Album is still out now, go and cop
Drop

Wrote this a quarter pass nine
It's hard to write it down when there's so much on my mind
Net Worth hit 10 million by the time I'm twenty-five
But right

was balloons the way they popping with me
Took her shopping that's that 4TC treatment
Yeah that last album good but tell me where that heat went
You was

to the left
I was born in the east that mean I was born to step
If my bag look good I do everything but stress
Why would I chase a bitch when I rather chase

I hit the tennis court
Just to show 'em love
Uh-huh
I used to rap at after parties and lunch
And over tracks they would play on 106.1
Well uh-huh

they ask me questions like a teacher
All this weight up on my shoulders I just need a breather
I just need a second
Album hit a milli and that's

hit it 
All by myself then I split it
Intentions of doing good over evil purpose I do it 
So confident that I won before the journey starts I was finish

aye
Just dropped an album I'm droppin again
Lotta old friends they blow in the wind
And my team doin good imma buy em some Gucci
Tune in to life I'm gon

is homey better do you
Coz a one hit wonder never hit twice
And when the trends are gone you gone hate life
Coz money come money go like a train ride

this anytime
Only niggas that don't hear me pennywise
I been fearless man of the house since I was 9
My appearances be rare as albums by
K Lamar I came

I'm a arsonist with no guitar
I hit shit like I'm Lars Ulrich, bitch!
(Mmm! Uh! Yuh! Hmm!)
Pussy good enough to get burned while I'm up in it (What?)

call Tyrone
Hit the road Jack
Don't come back I do it on my own
Not gonna get a record deal by giving niggas done
Won't taste it lick it spread it
Fuck

White bitch
Wifey
White sand
White tee
Everybody tryna know how they get like me
And she don't even know how to act
I hit 4-5 times but we running it

That's some we're working on, like, production really
Hell
You know I'm saying, we've been, that's, the time on our last album
That's what we've been

I'm the bad guy Billie Eilish
It's all good don't hold me back just let me prosper
Hit the studio I'm looking like I'm Betty Crocker
At the point where

Who need friends? Got mad hoes
Chasing cash, I've stacked loads
Only want some good blow
Hit that, this my new flow
Gated fence, we enclosed
My house so

One time for my white girl
Two hands on her fat ass
I just hit it three times
Beat it like a drum pad
This shit feels like drum class
Both my dick

end my own life
I wanna be famous but I'm already getting canceled now
Not by twitter but the fucking industry shut me out
I'm autistic but these

"Fly" Snuka
Tomahawk dunk on all of you five-footers, uh
Speaker knocker, this that 45 woofer
Slaughter guys, and this hit was ordered by the Butcher

Can't see the good in me
I chase these dreams til I fall asleep
And I hit these walls I shoot I ball
But it breaks my spirits it broke my spirit
Don't

a mission
I’ll be damned if these foos come tripping on us
If they try to then they gonna be some goners
No hand out I got this by myself for real
I done paid