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though I be high and I'm in love with this shit
Aye, I ain't gone lie I'm in love with this shit

that who you perceive me to be
But this is my family

Yarrow in the drive for Autumn
Tell me if the cops come by
Do you recognize your brother
He's been

keep my knife  by the waste band
Ya bitch gone  fuck with the better Man
She let me nutt on her vetenemts
I can not  stay that's not tho plan
But you can

feel lonely
And I try so hard
And I'm tortured by the sight
Of separate one-and-onlys
And I try not to blink

shit here for my brother, can't believe he really gone
And I do this for his mother, all them nights she was alone
Just hold on, know you always got

be fine by me
Just singing and dancing and smiling and laughing along
The west to the east coast
And these questions will be gone
Like will I ever get

a sea of distress
Keep your more to receive your less
Unimpressed by material excess
Love is free love me say hell yes
I'm a low brow but I rock a little

enough if no one talking
So i keep walking as the blunts keep sparking
Twisting up another while im hittin up my brother
Bro i got some new shit i might

ramble on
Or I could fall
 So on that note I’ll see you on the other side I’m gone 

I say rest in peace my brother
A connection like no other
A vibe

bitch but I know
I'm gone always take the lonely road
Where ever I go
My soul been tortured by the heart
So why the fuck you confused
Played the villain

Everyday mum prays for me
Praise the lord, but I still make sins
Ever since I knew I'm just a teen
Came clear to I got nothing
But mum always stands by me

at as a brother I'm screaming R.I.P
See life is full of death and it's so tragic
Everyone who knew ya felt ya magic
Ya presence we had to have it
I took a shower

all in your head
Yet I've gone off again
I've been caught in the wind
Feel a thorn in my side
We're all born from a stem
I see them sit on the fence
I'm

answering calls
I’m gone
Wake up, can’t wait up, young nigga gotta shake sum
If yeen selling out the P then yeen really gon make none
Walk around wit that fye

people from dying
Moms and pops brothers sisters crying
I'm liable to do something bout it
Nah I won't just stay hidin' you gon hear us grieve
Cuz we can

Collective inside 
Holding this life 
Directly beneath
All of my crimes 
Now I'm the teacher 
Follow your preacher 
The sermons begun 
Don't you dare run 
No

them
Cause fake friend be getting over acknowledge
Fake friends leave you hanging like the laundry
I’m jus a phone call away this go for all my potnas

she was dead
I began mourning
One brother began smoking, the other began pouring
I just sat alone, wondering where to go
Wondering when I'm gonna blow

Let's get this shit understood
I'm not in competition with you niggas
For my own safety pussy boy, my hand on the trigger
I got to make sure that my

the crime do the time nigga that's the point
The point I'm making niggas talk that shit but they be faking
You can tell if they really bout that shit peep

it, let's get it
On my range rover shit I just pulled out a big tonka
Osama bin ladden this shit because I'm gone
Yeah smoking up the trees up off

(my type)
Lowkey bad lil baby (bad bad bad)
Shawty keep it cooler then a Ac 
She ain't all talk she ain't flakey
She gone hold it down no question

my brothers there
And I'm the only survivor
They've torn down your altars
They rejected your covenant  
This tribe is unfaithful
Your people are

around & cop that range........
And goes to school, trying to graduate for mother 
Nobody to look up too, ain't got no brothers 
School of the hard knocks,