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thought I was crazy mad
But how the fuck am I supposed to tell ya real facts
If you're so numb by the toxins, ya don't feel jack
When you heard that your

Hi, I'm your new neighbor get me high
If you need sugar just swing by
Late at night you know where to find me
I'll be a servant in your dreams

got me numb
Shorty told me that she hate me, but it really don't mean none
I keep smokin' gasoline until I fuck up both my lungs
I don't play bout lil'

ups
They bang on you niggas keep that thing tuck
Whoa
Whoa
Whooooooa
Whoa
I Don't need no hook on this beat
Tailor Made by Davinch
This is easy I can do

When I was thigh high mama said
Don't speak to them strangers
From my side eye I can see the feet of them angels
Feeling sky high
Not too many

this life too hard
And we've gone to far
Have we lost all faith
On the way to the morgue
Do we see His face
Will I be ignored
Or be saved by grace
Cause

so does the bear
Don't get suffocated 
By your fears
Walking by the faith 
The spirit don't fear
Walking by the faith 
The spirit don't fear
Walking by

go through it, watch your closest, switch lanes
Do it by yourself, the hardest nigga droppin' names
They don't wanna know my life before the fame

Ever

of amputations of my funky stuff
Changed my head with calculations, now I'm on the run
Meet me by the lake, don't be late, want to blaze one
Creeping with

side step on by and send him down the road
He doesn't see, let it be, for he don't know
Just side step on by and let him carry that load
That degree in

Yea. Yea. Lotto

I need some moneyyy. I gotta get it by any way. Let me say one thinggg. If you ain't got it you in the way. I hit the jay just

the shine 
(yeah yeah)

I know you feeling my vibe 
These times my head on the grind 
Daudy the best of his time 
Don’t doubt me 
I spaz on the mic

Spent

for fun
Smoking zaza by the ton
Niggas hating on the kid
But I don't fuck bout' none
Charging up like Pikachu
Fake hoes I see straight right through

epilogue to my tale of sadness.
I was dragged down the street by his Royal Dadness.
We rounded the corner and came to a stop,
Threw me inside Jake's

I hate how they let his sweaty ass sit next to me
On top on that his damn lunchbox smells like beans
No habla español, speak English please
And ya'll

I'ma worship The King, Jesus living in me 
Some people really don't like it, but I don't care what they see
I don't care what they say, I ain't

back up
If it ain't about money don't text us
His money ain't right, so I got left
I'm only here to run this check up
I'm only here to run this check up

harder when her guidance is needed
I hope dad knows it wasn't his fault but he don't I can see it
But still he keeps praying to that dude I don't believe

standing onna block
This nigga don't kno who I am but he claiming I'm his opp
Seventy five up in this Draco and it's fifty in this glock
Want a Cartier

talking put them in a coffin
I put them in coffins he talk on my name and he fucking me up
If nigga's is talking pull up to his B.M got his bitch in

don't got no gang
She not smart but gave me brain
Took his shit we hit a stain
Move by yourself stay in yo lane
It'll save yo ass some pain
In the club I

We got a problem, with vessels that got no God in 'em
Holy Spirit dissolved in 'em
Mentals empty, like hollow men
Being deluded by con-artists

Im connected with shooters from philly
It's a wild ass jungle this shit could get tricky
Them boys don't play bout me they get busy
Don't fuck around

it all by spending and spending again
Come back to visit the city and all them killers be grinning its dinner again
Brother got killed tryna hustle his