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And never Ta double my bitches
Macky den made it
You see by the way that its hittin'
If it ain't come from Macky, tha Jeweler, then it's a knock off
If it

There's a girl left crying by her window
For a boy she thought that she could trust
cnd as she dries her eyes off on her pillow she vows 
To find

time is ticking 

Watch and listen 
Cuz nun you pussys 
Got the balls to get it 

Caught him slipping 
We got him sprinting 
Boy Call assistance 

Hold

a honor. Sons and daughters, you would have thought the boy father
Lesson learned, now that energy I won't return. Congratulations, the bridge is burned

I'm

phone[01:10.28]Im stuck up in my zone[01:12.08]Doing this shit on my own[01:13.74]Imma bout to fly home (fly)[01:15.56]I be so damn fly swear to god I ain't walking

Due to home invasion 1 , I was tardy a lot 
cye they fuck with me cause I'm beneficial 
csk around the whole city boy I been official 
Niggas Pussy they

through regrets[03:17.99]Home boy relax[03:18.92]Together we can make a lot of bags[03:20.86]Hit and Dash[03:21.51]Your ass on a Cadillac[03:22.84]What is

bodied before I even hear it[00:33.21]And we could do the back and forth, but all that's really gonna lead to[00:36.11]Is the sad boy talk that inspired

home[01:02.67]I hate when somebody will act out alone[01:05.35]And then come to you[01:06.75]What they finna do[01:08.28]They gon' play the blood card[01:09.89]Like

Aye
Aye
It's your boy mike blaze
And tricks
Yeah this is where I belong homey
Frishh Split Pizzy baby
We came along way
From the beginning
The way it

because they see a nigga havin
I got gats under the mattress
I got racks stuff in a shoebox
High as fuck rollin up moon rocks
I keep my pipe right by

Is this what you wanted
Is this what you wanted
What you created in me

Tainted by our begining
I am never ending
And like the sea I flow, with

nothing I'm running the field
Walk on the beat
Watch how I'm stepping just know that I did it
You cannot play boy I'm way outta your league
Hit 'em in

they brothers in arms, true soldiers
Bonnie and Clyde move over
Never carried any weapon only Ink and deadly minds
So hit up all your home boys
On the G

know you wont leave me, I know that you wont
These boys have no fashion they wearing Vlone
I know that you mad, I can tell by your tone
Bae I'll take you

vague 
I gotta brain fog
Sin to relate
We in the in the final quarter 
Outta my way 
Outta my way
We can pretend 
Pretend like we ain’t fathered by USA
We

zone to be inside and you just fear
Still young to have a boy just read your parents saying
Staying home watching stories and reading all this part of yo

Big home me and my bitch we vibing take that shit off
I put that shìt on, Zo not one for games ill kill yo big dog
Smooth criminal, Michael Jackson
I do

twelve
Then I pull back up to my spot in the darkness getting high as hell
I might slime that boy no YSL
Yeah his main hoe know  I'm fly as hell
Been

said, hey, honey, you wanna dance
I took her by the hand before she had a chance
Some big old boy about six foot five
Didn't like the way I grabbed his

they ain't stopping me
Showed a hundred racks, to that girl now she topping me

Slid on his block, man that boy ain't coming home
Makings plays irl, man

of the discussion
Bitch I'm keepin' it a buck, ayy, get the fuck up off my nuts
Know your peeps don't run it back but never thought a boy would ever run it up
Lately

I'm out partying in LA and they just took my grandma to the ER
I think I'm doing a little something by rubbing elbows with celebrities, executives,

of interest
Writing my thoughts
Tryna be at my best
They're writing a lie
Tryna get some exposure
In the flats
Tryna be like Franklin
Come back home
With