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heads."
"We got something else for em."
"Yeah, what?"
"A truce. I guess it's still on"

They call me ghetto neighbor, (WHAT!?)
I don't give a fuck
Sounds

young man, but it is that existentialistic moment where you, you're not gonna live forever. You have to sacrifice your life for something

Verse 2
Gotta

Picked up lonely pennies
Kept them in a jar
Took a selfie standing out by
Someone else's car

I wanna know why
When I reach for something
How is it

She playing Aaliyah like thats her role model
Baby we know you a hoe

Remember that song by J. Cole
One time for Chica-hoes

Hold up, I'm just riding

destruction and I've done it so complete
I vow I'll never go back again to dance in Patrick Street""

Come all of you young sailor boys, a warning take by me

Some things are going wrong, and I don’t feel fine
The evils of the world corrupting young minds
Most of my people struggling to get by
Embracing

well
Live in a personal hell
Wish I could whip up a spell
But this got me losing my cells
By asking what's not on the shelves
I just need something like

bygones
Fight me or kill me
Or else u need to drop it
All that talkin down 
Aint stopped me hoppin in my wallet 

Im not gon lie some shit done had me in my

eternity written on their hearts
But their intellect and primal pleasure always seem to get the better, caught up
Mesmerized by the shadows they sink in

kisses

No, I think I’ll need a little something more 
the sink won’t help me off the bathroom floor 
and I don’t think I can get up all by myself 
won’t

mother.

Are you real? 
I haven't decided.
An opera on a blank canvas.
There was something 
I meant tell you:
I embraced the hell of the madness.

Filios

of something considered
Outstanding, outlandish
Young niggas with a flow like nothing else
Practicing the literature
So you know we educated as well
Sippin'

Let's go

Now here's a little story bout a friend of mine
A corrupted young boy
By the age of nine
He had few friends
And it messed with his mind
But it

I went right to go left
I didn't see the road that I had ahead
I was too blind by the things that she said
I was young, I was dumb and now you're

masks
Who got the whips
He told me that the lil homies got the wheel
And I'm like chill
I ain't riding with these young mothafuckas to do a drill
Niggas

working
Hard all by yourself
And no one cares and they just
Brush you off for something else
But in two years they realize that
You never stopped the grind

L, S, and D
I was sixteen selling the sheets
Pure L for the cheap
Never gone sell if it's weak
Bunk shit don't sell in the street
Young L was a G
And I

I'm not tryna be yo target practice
Searchin for these jobs can stop cause I got too much talent
Hustling by any means or else it's fina be plenty

Something that you heard from someone else who did the research
A second hand thought handed down with a degree huh
I don't learn originality from you

One, two, three, four!
When I was young thought I wanted to do everything
Now I've grown up and I don't like anything
It seems like everyone around

him on a pedestal and he was favored
To potentially make a name for himself
So he kept putting in more effort than everyone else
That school came first

need to speak up, everyone of us needs to pickup
Many are scared to speak up, they have something else to live for
I know I got one life to live for, so

get myself to give a fuck
Why else would I do so much drugs
It's to live fast and die young
Don't have any connection with anyone
Music place or drug I

arms at night and fall asleep
She wanna sit under the stars at night by the beach
Riding pass the city lights look even better in the jeep
Make some room