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And it’s still fuck 12
Trynna Throw me in lock up
We smoking everybody That think they
Somebody when they talk sht
I just seen my mans dead body I feel

a friend
Thoughts runnin so deep I can't pretend 
Even when I'm quick I'm still in the sand
Supposed to be happy but this ain't motherland 
Instead I was

the light
Woman of my dreams, yeah treasure in my life
We dance into the night, take you on flights
Show you the world Aladdin in the night
These birds all

the Judicial since they
Switchin up Roe v. Wade
When Quor is bumping in yo system
Know we gon be kay
What I'd tend to say is.

Everything is gonna gone be kay

know me huh?
We're not the same, I've been here before the time was born
Century's passed by and a fucking child was born
Good thing that you nailed this

with me and your lifes in danger

Travelin and unwravelin still battlin all my baddest sin
Im at bat again theres no accident this is adequate with no

will fall into line
Still hearing critics talking I don’t know why or how come
But ima take them all out nigga one by one
This is my year to takeoff been

at
The man in the mirror my imagery bust
System overload is me overthinking
Still can't get over what the
Fuck i been thinking
Barely blinking and i notice i'm

kept on denying
Fuck it
I'm getting higher
I keep some gram and a wood in my pocket
Keep that shit on I get fly like a pilot
I'm from the A where we gon'

glock all headshots I'm a pro
You a think the winter stop all the killing but it's still red all in that snow

In my hood bitch im good surrounded by

livin in the camper cold feet no propane
And I, still loved you all the same
I could not keep the thought of you from runnin through my brain
Come on baby

can go rack to rack just like we Venus, Serena
Know that bitch make me fall in love, she's sentimental

Know I sit by the window, yo, man in the middle

the Rico
Ain’t nothing changed I still be hanging wit my dirty migos
Better not let where I come from deceive you
Praying a lot lately surrounded by this

come first never runner up 
Throw that ass in reverse with that dump truck 

She got fake tits she got fake lips 
But her ass real she a real bitch
She

Roll up A hemproll, with blackberry Kush
All I do is hustle man, learned to let Go of the bullshit
It's family over everything, in God We trust
Right

the densest
Trapstar life
This is what we manifested
Death fuck me over
Imma still do my bestest
Hol on
You not bound you can do
Anything
Act it up like this is

I need is a lil weed and a cold pack

And never have I ever really gave a fuck
Lookin smellin Feelin good
I step in this bitch already drunk
But still

know I'll get confined into solitary
I remain silent unless we're talking monetary
I really spit game, it's play by play commentary
Get your fish

killing you 
Yeah i know you want me to 
Yeah i know this love is a bitch it's true 
Yeah i know x2 
We stick to the script 
Like we stick to that ( Cash )

Leave it in the streets, just say that
Cause I don't wanna hear you callin' the police when we get back
They be lurkin' on my page liking pictures by

the Jag' but they the wifey
Icey, is what my merchandise be
Know I'ma star, so they over-price me
Charli B'More be twice you bitch
Tell you got no style by

Now Or Never 2.0

PnB Rock

TrapStar Turnt PopStar

tell now
I don't wanna leave, bitch, I just wanna be by myself now
I feel all alone inside this world, girl, can't you tell now?
They say I sold my

the devil calling on me
To them boys on the other side, I wish they all be deceased
Know they gon' fall when we creep
I done did too much, still leaving

love full of pretense
 
If I ain’t working I count Bkessings
I don’t let no bitch come stress me 


Six o’clock in the morning 
I will be up from my bed