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to break down
And smoke a whole Michael Vick
Tell your lil brother to shake now
Meet you by the exit, lil nigga
Touch my nigga
I send you to God for my

the peak of my life
When I had you, sadly
I just keep proving
It feels so confusing
There's nothing to it
I'm a loser you knew this

Ridin this road
30

night that's my ritual
I'm in touch with the stars spiritual
Mix henny with lemonade and spit lyrical
Beat the beat Michael Jackson no criminal
And I

too complacent
I know how y'all do it
Get adjacent
Then I mix this Remy wit her spinal fluid

223s and the gang gone bust and yo bitch can't match my

a Billy Ray Cyrus i'm the Osiris
You don't wanna touch my style
It's hench, get clenched like pliers
I'll race car drive ya, back into 2016
(One of my bars

(DMac got me too bangin')
Man, I ain't told a lie yet
Shit, why would I?
Go

Had ran outta Za, couldn't find no more
Got served by a nigga I

came to get the bag

Dreamt of days
Where I didn't have to live by Paycheck  pay rent
Didn't have to be so patient
Amen
Could have use
All my god given

behind a screen
Swipin' away like an American Express, green
Nah man I find that shit boring
I wanna be able to tell my grandkids a story
About the stunt I

yourself a way outta this hell

I been lookin at this broken mirror
Disgusted with my life
Surrounded by this dirty river
I been dealin with the pain

a shelf 
They touch the ground as memories in front of all our eyes 
Like a cut the blade as yet to make but's already cauterized 
cnd all my life has gone

what the fuck?
When I cross the street, man I tryna look both ways
Just like my parents taught me in the old days
Took one step and I got hit by

don't feel better than money touching my hands when i count it
No sucka shit i can't stand to be around it
Surrounded by trapaholics like damn son where

but music I need
Blessings, you block when you got the greed
Letting 'em talk, my family I feed
I don't fuck with no low lifes
I shine, got that cold

thing
That I met on myrtle
Looking for a dine bag phone outta service
No money no voice
Can't make no purchase
Look at my life
I think I deserve it
By

'em
Get a touch pass to 'em
Threading the needle I craft rhymes
So sick with my radioactive temp, I have a half life
Of 50, I keep it a hundred
Raising

the true light is guiding the way
Stay in that Bible and pray, now I can die and then gain
My life was being tossed by some violent waves
But it's okay, I

better than you dawg
A young nigga from the base all he know is moving outta state, what
I fly like my last, but one day ima have a better place

Came up

Needed a hand and they ain't have one for me (nah)
It was hard to touch a band, now your man up forty (yeah)
He had a vision back then, word to my nigga

of lights.
You go to eleven! Outta sight, Dear!
I will love you till the daily din is quiet
Daytime, or nightly by the sun, the moon, or candlelight
Lovin' you

up
If they still in touch
You ain't gotta rush
I could push it down a couple of months
Till I run outta luck
Watching the sun as I'm passing the shrubs

like a basket
I was crazy since I was a baby
A killer since I was born
And rehearsed by the lord
Of my first coming
So you can't touch me

One two Mr

A product outta my city
My people wit me
We ain’t looking for problems
But we could still solve em quickly
Know in the world life is tricky
But on the beat

tryna choose
Red Nike joggies, you would think I'm repping woo
In my own world, never stick by to the rules
Life up and down, staying on my P's and Q's

stop, Soon as I seen you walking by, knew you'd be falling for my trap track,
I know I got that magic touch, feels like we're doing levitation, I had