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the west but I'm from the east coast
Brown skin bleach in my roots the baggy jeans low
New boy head so good it feel like 3 throats
We go live in the forest
alter ego in my ear like a phone
Tryna kick that nigga out but I can't, leave me alone
What the fuck is your purpose, you got me tweaking mentally
This
to wicked ways
Gotta love me, g-o-d no one above me
Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw
From my punch, watch your son and you
Got you shittin in your last
everything way Come my way I dey tell my Mommy yeah yeah
Sometimes i wake first thing I pick my Phone I try to call mommy Yeah yeah
Mommy send prayer for me
I think it's horrible
Actually that um
I have to voice
My opinion and say
Things on my
Tracks when I have
People around me that are
Clearly very
foe'll get slapped with a Pamper
Cause I can dig in your face like root canal
But I'mma chill, won't even dispute you now
Actin wild just ain't my style
my head up so you can look me right in my face (No no)
Who laughing now? I'm visible (I'm visible)
I'm visible (I'm visible)
I'm visible (Yeah)
Way
someone else
Whether he or she
Whether he or she be affected by my heart rate
And we go the way life goes
I don't wanna be
I don't wanna live in past
like I'm one time
I'm ain't the remorseful type, I'll drink and still drive
And prone to hit anything on any given night
Fuck leaving my roots, I'm
to harmonize
Draw the line at modifying art of mine, commodify
My pens shaking
With temptations to send faces to enraging
Embrace it, I spend paper to rent
out of space like Mercury, you jerking me? Hectic
Had to call upon my wolves to send niggas the message
I said this, "Let's play fair and we can stay
out of space like Mercury, you jerking me? Hectic
Had to call upon my wolves to send niggas the message
I said this, "Let's play fair and we can stay
sort of chilly
Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for phillies
After being blessed by the herb's essence
I'm back to my rest, ten
the diamonds fake no chandelier
Not saying that my way is just how it’s done you should’ve listened tho
Nobody ever believed in me so I had to do it yeah
If
me who I am
Tryna send a nigga home, grand slam
Guns gon' put you to sleep, stance
I get nervous when I see a white van
Live by the store, die by
all the pain
Won't you send a burning bush my way
You've seen me running from my weakness
To be honest I just don't know where to begin
I've been told
'cause it look live
They gave her forty years in New Orleans, callin me boys
Shorty was young, by three days had a great bid
Light is shinin' beauty
grandfather's life
Wondering how he used to live
And what had changed since his days
My curiosity got to me
After I picked some oranges from a tree in our
about paying me back
Before I relapse
Twenty dollars in the wallet for the relax
Wallow in my sorrow on the 8-track
Tryna be like Andre making 3 stacks
know why I stay low
Oh my, this a code, don't try this
You do you, cause you're acting kinda shady
I'ma do me, cause that's the way it is lately
You do
we die
Gon and live your choices
Pick your poison
Either way we die
Gon and live your choices
Should I save my bread
Or live my life like I am
or I
Wrap him up if it's him or I
He talking like he wanna die
I'm comfortable just getting by
Bad bitch wanna see me apply
"Let him live" I hit reply
wonder God please tell me why I been stuck in my ways
Man I just roll one up get high I been puffin' for days
Cause we just live and then we die and life
I’m off my game say where your mind at
Then she bring me back like she rewind that
Even Webster couldn’t define the way she blow my mind she armor all
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