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got a bone to pick

Ritzy like a race car
Baby's doing cocaine
Leather straps and Maybach
Guess you'll never be the same
Wichita by Friday night
Speed

simple and plain
Get the bag, pick up a pen
Be a man, stick to the plan
Think with your brain then work with your hands
Think it through before you run

Smoke clear spread cheer
I'm about to cut you off
Alcohol stirring up the pot
All the bitches pop
I ain't never gon stop
Now watch lock
Go get a listen

It's anxiety
And it's got me by a grip
I shake it off
Try and make it's fingers slip
You see me standing here
But i don't see you
I wanna find a way

time by buying grams
So self involved I neglected
My girlfriend's feelings and damaged
Any connection we had
To where we were both emotionally distant

Now for some stories
Violence is up by forty seven percent

I leave the building out the back door
Mac four to your backbone
You lie on the pavement

There's a sub in the back
And I'm about to fucking blaze

Park in the shadows the engine is cut
Roll down the windows and light up a blunt
Patiently wait

bleeding
Searching for meaning
But I'll be okay
Huh what's the point
They'll still treat me the same
Love's blind
But you'll see the truth in the hate
Scars

still strong oh yeah me
Born in truth
And ill rise up even stronger than before
Stronger
All me try never seem to ease yah
I walked those miles but you

so who wanna clash?
We're just battling our selves and egos you gotta laugh!
Or become real and cut the phony act
I carry my mothers prayers wit me

I don't grip the chrome
Winning my battles with your
Bitch in my phone
Love was all I wanted
But you weren't gonna cut it
Stupid bitch gave me nothin

I'm mad
I'm this I'm that
Not sad high livin' on gas
Blunt cashed I'm trashed
All facts I'm passed
Up next no flex
Talk down get left
I'm good by myself

or GP2, can't cut through here if you look brand new
I swear that I hate these new plate youths
GBE got done by bro, just know we ain't do it for YouTube

Quickest way 
To make me 
Cut off a bitch
I vibrate way to high
Like an eagle
Imma soar
Try to pull me down
cn you gone die
Big motion 
Big waves
Big checks

Get a knife, cut his throat, bitch, I'm a savage
Pussy nigga down the road, tellin' that he got a phone
Hit his ass with the chrome, sending him

got whacked up quick, now I broke my fist score goals like Pele
You ain't been bando, I don't know, station man that i wet wrote essays
Still more that

how I walk it
Walk down leave a footprint they get stepped on
Bring me in no confession
Blew right by and I left em
Legend Will Smith no Wesson
Wake up

in cement to jettison you off the jetty
When I spit time don't stop, just ooze like Dali clocks
cn obituary writ in bruises dropped 
By a dozen steel

I'm a black sheep
Diamond in the rough
Life has been tough
I've been bruised
I've been cut
Hung out to dry
Tears leak from my eyes
Lost all hope
You

Ain't 'fraid to cut myself
U think I won't slash you?
27 nights spent thinking about my doom
Find athainn in the forest tripping off hella shrooms
Mixing

gold
Never sell my soul
Golden, golden
Golden, golden

In this music shit I been moving different
Hope you can tell by the content
I been doin' me from

Level up
Is all i can do right now
Making my way up never looking down
Looking in the mirror
Dont even know who I'm staring at right now
Funny cause

gone by
He's tried to cut it out
But he can't seem to find it
So he confides in vices
Plastic smiles and crisis
Can only keep that up for so long
Because

Cut me off now
Feeling lost I'm in the dark
Out of touch and I've lost my way

I had what I wanted
held the whole world in my hands
The grip I had