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killed myself by trying to look up to my cousins
Was in that cell reading mail with my bunkie'
Terrified to go back to the old me
Was trying to prove

and fall off, even though you were never up this high
But on that note, can you ask your grandad if he got the millions that you sent to his hive
Oh yea, I

now
Fun in the sun we can lay out
I know life's a trip pack your bags now

Don't check your account in the morning
Or you'll start your day with the sadness
Smile for the camera, wait for the caption
Back to the basement, far

sleepin
Heat runs in me

I seem dumb in be
Ginning skum i seem to be
Cunts mislead-ed by what they see in me

Huns see the D
Runts see the freak
Some just

It's a small place our town
Not hard to find your way around
No shops no sound
Nothing but leaves on the ground
And an old man in a big house
Been

looking for him
Can I trouble you?
Have you seen a thing?

This fellow right here
white shirt and green eyes?
How could I forget
Such a beautiful smile

got me
Feel I’m inside this world alone
But you ain' ready to hear that
8 years old up in the trap
I’m like Mommy what house we at?
She said Son

Where all that matters is the present

Every day is a journey
So I pack my bags ready for what happens next
I make my travel guide
By formulating the ways

her, spark up the Jone

Shawty in the sky, she's stargazing
I'm lit, I see you wanna take me out
I want a bad bitch, and she dress like a model
You need

cold 
It ́s not like I wish to get old
I ́m so tired of fixing hols
I just hope the wall will hold
What you try I make forget
All the troubles in my head

y'all better pray more
On my downfall, but I stay up in my elevator, eighth floor
Just passed and I'm gonna raise more
Than hell, let alone, more levels

Rollin with my squadron to the crib is where we finna slide 
Beat us or just meet us when we pull up then it's in the sky
12s In the back back

(Tried to take my love from you)

Pointing at cars as they roll by
Who knew from riding buses, we'd be trained to be so fly? (Uh)
Landing deep in

Visceral feeling
All that you need is
A knee in the neck
A gun to the head
To make you regret
Just walking home
Or reach for your phone
Or reach for

In Grace I'm freakish looking with that smile on my face
Detached from the flow of time relative to space
I keep it moving no worries at my own pace

Life.. It'll pull you in all directions
But it's up to you if you go the right way
Constantly contemplating
Steady star gazing
I wish you could see

something I won’t be
Had 10 years fed time in my old V
At any given moment could be up shits creek
God had my back otherwise I’m lonely
Or a pretty round

got women coming to me telling me i am blessed
Dwag never ever thought that I would see you cry
Coz all I really know is how to make you smile
Rest in

first seen her
I knew that She was special
Hah
She made me wanna
Pack my bags and leave
The fucking ghetto
But I could never turn
My back on it
Forever

deceiving
I know you don't believe it 
So many reasons to we should up and run away 
Just pack your bags and leave your phone
So they can't track us on the go

Fuck chasing a bag
You chasing that noose
Your face looking blue
This is my passion
You stick to the cappin
And keep looking silly
I'll reach for my

blow a stack
And then they gonna ask the
Fire department to come over
And imma blow n laugh
Grab ya stash
Gotta pack it up fast
Smiles only attract, so

back.
Quem somos 					Who we are
não pode ocupar espaço				cannot occupy space
no trapo enrolado, 				in the rolled up rag,
no saco, na mala.					in