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name is Washington. My followers gotta wait til the end to get my name. Like that's embarrassing. What if they do it by seats? You know, I don't pay for

the stands all
They're saying is go me
But even though I'm set there's
A person my soul needs
I can't do this on my own
I don't know how to feel
I just hope

and they'd
Actually written a song around this beat
And, um, it was very commercial, so they
Said: 'Here it is, you're singing this
Go and do it' so I did"

to figure out
Fuck your misery (you sad)
Everybody be having doubts
Ain't no injury (don't cry)
Can stop a man who do not bow
Make your history (your tale)

dripping I want flex yeah
Imma dog got a nigga at they neck yeah
Go hard gotta do it for the set yeah
Woah
Check (check)
Set (set)
Tec
(Brr) wet
Drip
I got

can't do it", and "You just got washed bro" I don't wanna hear it don't wanna debate
Only fifteen, don't know my fate
Only fifteen, ain't got a date
Might

Back up on your motherfucking radio
Bitch
Its your favorite DJ like every night
DJ Easy Jack
And we gonna do something
A little special tonight
I see

do I begin or start off
Here's a little story I don't own the only soul to suffer
Meet Vito that's Tito's right hand
They used to put in work sell

Lot of niggas talk bout it they don't know a thing bout it
He was a dope boy sold big mountains
One, you talk to much and your Bitch wildn'
If that was

can't tell which is which
Who's at the door
Don't know who it is
If its twelve please do not let them in
If they outside that means they gon kick it in

I need the real deal bitch I cannot do Fugazi
All these motherfuckers get no paper cuz they lazy
All these motherfuckers blame they problems

they'll put cha on ice
They bang they slang they totin' them thangs so you don't wanna roll that dice
My young niggas pop them xans got the dope coolin' off

it (live the life they dream about it?

Ask me what I think
About his tape
Bro I don't think about it (I don't think about it )

Man the type of money

dark it gets

Sometimes this world's just way to tough
I can barely get by
I get all bruised up
Mmm
They just don't understand
How dark it gets

change to show them who we are
I know the world ain't the same they don't pace for our dreams
Every moment and every time stay strong and do your thing
All

the pace
Don't know how much It take
To get It like this everyday
I wake up and I get straight
Can't drip like this by mistake
They treat this shit like

They say the first milli is the hardest
Well holy shit I thought I'd have it by now
They say the first milli is the hardest
Well holy shit I guess I

Nigga wassup
If you ain’t know it before
I go by the Wavey The Don
Who call the shots ?
Show me I’ll kick in they door
And I’ll show them who really

real then you would try to come stop by

You should know I'm making banger
Use some imagery to paint up a painting
They don't understand the slang that

pay you back
And never do your dirt close
To where your babies at
Their aim off they hitting kids
They don't care who they wack
Got cold in the summer

a crystal valley 
Don't wanna be a corn ball but we could be jack and sally 

And tell me do you wanna be in love
When I keep trippin up?
And when my voices

They told me, "Take A Hit," and shit, I did. I was less serious
Shit had me acting all delirious
Out here talking with an accent, like my name's

Microwave, microwave, microwave (yeah)
Lock it up, lock it up, lock it up (trap)
12 gauge shot 'em up, shot 'em up (baow)

Look at my diamonds, they do

Only been working they still with the lies
Come and go right by my side
Times have been changing for all of us now
Still up here taking what's mine,