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dope high
You know I kick up like its muay thai
I don't need to dress a hit down
To be dumb fly
I'm counting all the fucks in life I've Ever givin

a while but i hit a relapse
I keep it rockin anyway i got your bitch up in a trance
Yeah she under my spell shawty love to throw it back
Better keep your

to buy a beat just give me the number two 

I grew up bumping that Cassidy can't forget the Clipse 
I feel in love with that underground legend by Lil Flip

set fire to all these beats see my niggas know that I don't play
Hit the beat with all this heat and it's coming like I'm setting flames
Also, niggas in

that's the starter 5

(Ah, Ah)The streets hots
Police don't play far so we ghost out
Hit 7th, take a left on Elm, take a left by the graveyard
Slide thru

and wishing to see better days
I remembered one thing my grandmama would say
That's when I hit the floor and I
Prayed to GOD he forgive me
The devil working

my bedroom, oh
And I'm 'bout to drop another album full of hits
By mid-2020 you gon' know who Jayden Jesse is!
If you ain't got nothing nice to say

Dreams
Tell me what all of it means
Tell me what all do I see
Tell me what I’m gonna be
Shit
Open my eyes
Fives guys
Nines lives
Fourteen tries

don't seek my validation from respect
I'm standing by every word that come out my chest
They might pick up a bag and fumble the rest
But I be on it
I

Aye Yeah
I swear you niggas too soft
How niggas saying you boss
My homeboy got the side of his face blew off
My nigga daughter got hit by a U-Haul

you talking to me petty and I ain't be faded
I didn't hear it maybe hit me when I'm up famous
She just met me but I'm on her playlist
We can chill girl

and youth 
I imagine you're state-of-the-art
	
We could fly
Hit the sky
Laugh and cry
Make up forevermore
Tie a band 
In the sand
Hand in hand 
Live out

Bars is sicker I might strep the throat
Light the fuse I might set it off
I can do the things that you just talk
Chefin' hits I got the secret sauce

Bars is sicker I might strep the throat
Light the fuse I might set it off
I can do the things that you just talk
Chefin' hits I got the secret sauce

The news feed comes up live mid chase 
Full throttle down a dead end street 
You've got the gun by your side and a brand new drink 
A bomb in your

Or is there more to the eye there allowing 
Or maybe we just zombies stuck up in the closet 
Tell your boy yeah is got it 
Too many times turned away for

they need some shit
They try to wait for my season it hit
You just dropped that 40 with that 45 tuck in roll
You can live or die by that pump
Nigga what

a mother fucking minute
Went insane when you let a youngin hit it
Shoulda quit it when you gave your word of caution
Gave your space up to this Martian
I'm

that's good for me

I hate to see you frown
Flip your world upside down
Stop riding on their wave and hit your own surf
Your turf is green
Their turf is

Land of America, Land of America
Hands up hysteria, Average American
Young and i'm stupid, Cocky not arrogant
Dirty Laundry you don't like that i'm

Beat be banging  like it's oldschool
Rec the mix up in the pro tools 
Metal banger on some real shit 
Say they emo they don't feel shit
But it

my chi up in the morning the same strength is, her Kundalini 

Can you hit the kill switch on a live wire? 
Can you fit her perfectly like a rider

Pull up say cheese wen Im flashing 
The KAAN 
WHEN IM BANGING the KAAN
Get the dancing 
Get the vibing 
Move on the porch 
Get the wildin 
Get

I'm sick as fuck
Feel like I got hit by a truck
But it's just from waking up
After fourteen hours of sleep
So you try to hold on
Even though it's your