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You know its kinda crazy
Its like every person that name start with an A, they end up fucking me over
Like I hate to sound superstitious but...
But f*ck man its like I got a curse, I got this
This weight up on my shoulders its always following me around
See scattered thoughts when you blow brain
Kurt Cobain
I guess reality got decisions
And you chose yo fate
I keep my head hold straight
Till you hit me for just a tick
You know I treat you like a queen
But in light, you still a bitch
So f*ck the soft shit
Gotta maintain that bold bravado
Cuz here in a couple years you’ll wanna f*ck me for some follows
When I’m rich
I know it be sounding like arrogance
But limitations be like cages Twitter bitches use for kids
So hit a lick
Or f*ck a bitch
Or take a sip and lean back
Watch that influence f*ck the kids
But grow a mean stack of that cheddar
F*ck you if you claimin better
This shit I wrote is winter cold so best have packed a sweater
That pussy gold, I make it flow, I call the bitch Velveeta
I got the green and got relieved, then got me out the weather
If not enough, god dogs in bluffs, that glad to aim barretas
We glad to eat, be dammed to let us, Ro pull the lever
Happens every time
you know I start to feel a type of way
Then it turns out to be fade
So I smoke to ease my mind
But at the end of day, always followed round by the curse of
A A A A AYEE
All around with that
A A A A AYEE
Father named Arthur, and he been out of the picture
Markin the start of turning my pain into figures
My words into scriptures
And my longing for bitches
I guess when you be raised by TV then false love is the mission
So I was fallin for, any girl wit a good smile
What a fool
Mix that cream with the soda
Let me at that cat like she Doja
Dip out dolo
For that dollar
New impala
Skatin on them 22’s on you imposters
Matta fact, if you want my bag
We can match the smoke like a Rasta
Anyone coming for my spot best believe
If you be chillin at the bottom then you best mess with eve
That’s the tree with the good fruit
Open my mind like a guru
Ask me my type, I point to you
Good music no yeezus
My people be grieving
They hustle the streets and
They Jesus believing so
(I gotta send em good energy)
Happens every time
You know I start to feel a type of way
Then it turns out to be fade
So I smoke to ease my mind
But at the end of day, always followed round by the curse of
A A A A AYEE
All around with that
A A A A AYEE
I find it funny
You only ever really love me when you lifted, twisted
Only ever hit me up when the spliff lit
Fucked me last night
Screaming f*ck me in the morning
Don’t wanna take a life with this 45 that I’m holdin
Since the dawn of 99
Momma told me I was chosen
But that pussy got my mind
Behind the wheel and fuckin stole it
Now I’m headed off the track
Don’t know where the f*ck I’m going
Yah I’ll eat the fuckin pussy but it’s very fuckin potent
Baby why you gotta f*ck with me
Girl I told you leave my ass alone
I catch you on my screen
I’m just tryna smoke and count my green
But you knocked this young king off the thrown and brought him to his knees
That’s the power of the pussy
Niggas dying for the pussy
Maybe one day teach my daughter niggas lying for the pussy
Man I’m already at the bottom
No need for you to push me
Man she put it face and told me eat that fuckin cookie
DONE (OOS Shit)

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