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You tell me I get I got it
Back on my grind
Tell me it's fine you see me make it to the top kid
Paying no mind got pain in my eyes so now
gone love it
Watch a young nigga show his ass out in public
Na na na na now now you know what this is
Tell em its a celebration bitches
With
to get with you
Cause I'm the type of guy that got props do
Feel it in mo and more,
When I get ready for a showcase
Put together well
I go deep
Tryna listen to my heart before and look at where it led me
I'd a took you to all the places that you wanna go if you would've let me
Jumping into
Working day and night
It's like I'm camping
I never think below
Y'all just used to landing
Get a house in the mountains like I'm stranded
Trends keep
with this?
Tell your ghost writers, "Go write something better"
(Phone Rings)
[Phone Voice Sample]
If you need help, try, try
this, got to do with this?
Tell your ghost writers, "Go write something better"
If you need help, try, try again
Try again
Guess who? Uh-oh, uh-oh
I'm writing it?
Tryna feed the kids
The narcs striking us like lighting
My young boy 17 took a 20 to 40
By the time he do that 20, my youngin' be 40
is why I have this scar
N****s jumped me and beat out of me the tar
They'll regret that because I see far
You ever seen Brokeback Mountain saint?
It's
you to grow up
Cause you can’t go on like this
Just get a life like everyone else
You can’t stay forever a kid.”
But i don’t wanna grow up
Shit is
or you not
Baby thicker than a plot
Middle finger to the cops
Power Seat is in the spot
Tell me you gon' get it or you not
Back now to go face to face
Life, letter by letter
You wanna go to heaven or hell, you tell me
Heaven or hell, heaven or hell
You wanna go to heaven or hell, can you tell me
Heaven
it for the kid with the dream
Rappin' in the mirror in his room as a teen
Hopin' that he'd be seen by the world, and he would be (would be)
Yeah,
tryna roll
Put your love on hold
All my niggas gon' roll
Pray they never go rogue
Let's kill this shit and make it fly
My bitch pussy too clean
Tell me
your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun,
your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun,
so it don't interfere with their beliefs
To you, I say, "Fuck y'all, y'all can go and eat a dick"
I-I-I've been around the whole lot of y'all, that it
and he's feelin' at peace with himself
Me and him got more in common than he thinks
But I tell him it's nothin' big so I can go on and live with myself
I
try to take it easy, man
And just go with the flow
But sometimes things can get a little bit
Out of control
Well, my old man worked his whole life
In
far
God knows all the stories it can tell
I got a Silverado for sale
Don't you think there's a wild-eyed teenage kid
Workin' hard all summer just
Yeah Yeah
Ugh huh
Cal
Lakeith
DreamLife
Lets Go
I just want to see the sunset
And groove through the summer Breeze with you
Now tell me would you
we're building up
We can keep it going if our love's enough
Tell me that this love is what you had on your mind
Happiness in life if you're right by my
, please take these shackles off of my feet and let me go
Long time coming
Mentally, physically, emotionally, this misery is so chaotic
It throw me from my
Charted only by wolves and wickedness
And my pride
Which I've always struggled to hide
Even inside the familiar folds of my loneliness
Because I am the son
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