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smoke runts I smoke by the pound
If they bitch a dog take her back to the pound
You gon be fine you do better no help
I miss the bro gotta call him up
He

This a story about myself
Yeah I had a broken home fuck it up when I was 3 years
I had to live with family both parent aint in good terms
I stated

I done took some scars,
Still didn't see defeat
It's like poetry, in motion
Still wetting my feet
I done turned up the notch
Three thousand degrees

Tryna juggle three or four hustles, lose a weight cause I skip lunch
Juggle water sitting by my feet, I'ma guzzle that city punch

Transparent, no silly

burtday I give you present 
Combats coz I don't like denim 
About ID me 
You Lemon 

Ic3 
Height bout 6 feet 
Hop out of a whip that's about 60 
Blood I've

heads up, If nobody comes around
Better keep your head up
Grab you by the shoulders, you my pal I'm your answer
Feet in the ground stand strong put your

three-hundred thousand
This city is too small of a place
I remember the moment
I first saw you with her
By the light of the fire
And your intentions impure
I

this shit all by my lonely I'm just asking where my crown
I'll bring my shorty to the mall I don't wan' ever watch her frown (Ay, Ay)

Remember putting

chase
My face can be considered a seat
It's neat to beat my meat to Sarah Vandella's feet around 3
Just preferably not in the middle of the Las Vegas

newspaper?
Get offa my lawn!
By the time I count to three
you goddamn kids better be gone

Pull your pants up
Stop bein' a slob
A lotta less twerkin'

I'm not in it for the genitals
No more parking at the Chase Bank
That was the old me babe, he's gone
I was running from a beast
And it caught my by

my soles instead of Jordans on my feet
23...JumpMan if you want, but I'm walking in peace
My mind is Andre stacks three
I'm speaking to the spirits

Handling my anger
Day by day

Bridge
But for now you gotta watch out
Cuz you pissed me off like that
Yeah watch your back
Cuz I’m really really
Super mad

Ninety three, Christmas Eve, let me paint the scene
There's no describing the joy Christmas Day can bring
See these are just a few of my favorite

California sweet. She cookin' in the kitchen, bring me California eats
I repeat, she so sweet, I rub on her damn feet. We both workin' long days, we California

to you (to you)

In seventh grade, I was ripped apart 
Swore right then love’s a myth
By eight stitches in, couldn’t put me back in 
So I prayed for

standing on solid ground
You've got your waist in the water, 2 feet under
trying to see things from the 3rd person
Give her everything that she's needing

out of school February
And ever since then now I make more money than my teachers
I dropped a band and some change on my feet
Nigga, you don't wanna die

By a tiny thread in the back of my brain
Cause I gave you the pain I felt inside
But out for you to display for me so thanks my G this Ain't baseball

in the front
Brody stood on the back, we was damn near on flat
But we rode till it creaked, yeah

I'm an ugly black dude from across the street
Do you

I’m in love with that girl
I’m in love with that girl

1 2 3 4 the G.I.R.L is driving my mad
She makes me sweat and shiver every day and night
I

fade
Some people try to avoid cascades
Some people wish they weren't born gay
Everybody got their feet a clay
I took three months away
Life was better,

tell ya to come home with me (tell it)
I took 5 steps forward
3 steps back, I couldn't move my feet

I saw you for the (first time)
Already wondering

comin' Thru?
I need to move fast
All I say, I'm gettin' paid
A million dollars
In the city where the shadows fall
I stand tall, feeling 10 feet small