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thoughts
Stuck having these suicidal thoughts
I'm here if you want to talk

Last night had a dream, ran up in the
Building with a semi-automatic call it

chilling on my b side tho
CTC is in my B I O
Yo dawg really actin like a feline bro
Yo girl keep staring at my v line bro
You stuck can't figure out the line

with envy
Tried to count me out I'm glad you didn't see me
Could have made a hundred million now you stuck with thousands
I'm somewhere in an island

you're stuck at the greeting
So peel back that notion
And part your ocean
And go for the dive in the eye
To find your why you are the way you are
When you

chains that wrap your brain 
Programmed to look, rap and talk the same 
Computer sims stuck in a maze so
We ride for the motherfucking truth 
With

you can fold 'em 
Pockets stuck on young Arnolds Schwarz enegger (a nigga) stay flexin' on 'em
Game so wavy I got your bitch nauseous 
Been on point in

the lotto
And n***** might air it out like Chicago
Talkin about that 30 they ain't making shots
I feel curry in that paint cuz I'm getting hot
Man I ride with

You ain't really by my side
You not a ride or die
I thought you was real
That's lie

That's a lie
That's a lie
That's a lie
That's a lie

No remorse,

the b-roll
I been stacking double double's like Chicagos D Rose
It was like yesterday I was just stuck in detention
Making good money off the samples I don't

talking bout Chicago, but he was just in the field
And I ain't playing for the Pacers, I'm hoping my buddy healed
From that deal he had to take, because

Flossing, like I got sum stuck in my teeth
Mop stick, length of my leg, tucked in the seat
Might stomp shit, hand them his teeth soon as he speaks

The people are softer than a fern
So it's time to bring them in for learnings

Emergency response all day
All day, get the clan and spray
Stuck in the mud,

I'm making gangster music
For my people stuck in the projects
Let me
take you back to '96
cll we
wanted was that 23 jersey
By the Chicago bulls
I'm

I'm making gangster music
For my people stuck in the projects
Let me
take you back to '96
All we
wanted was that 23 jersey
By the Chicago bulls
I'm

darkest ways
Her name's Christina, middle name is trouble
Should've known that everything I want's the mother fucking devil
So I'm stuck in the middle

darkest ways
Her name's Christina, middle name is trouble
Should've known that everything I want's the mother fucking devil
So I'm stuck in the middle

can't stop me, by the way
Suicidal if you walk in my aim
Cue the title cards, I think that James
Cameron needs a camera on my reign
An 30 hour album can't

Quit all that capping and that ratting I don't feel it
I took your bitch that's a fact showed her realness
She in the back of the bach on some chill shit

I'm catching flights, I'm stuck on go
Just left Chicago, hit New York then pass to bro

Throw the 3 up like I'm CP
Native baddie long hair her family in

I'm blessed covered by the blood
No stressed cin't no giving up
Standing tall ain't no fear in us
Favor favor favor all on us 

Stuck in jail 
Without

the score it's like 50 to 3
Niggas be mad they can't fuck wit the team
Shorty expensive like Birkin me please
Jeans by Brazil but we out in Belize
This for

couldn't get like this
Jacuzzi in the club like shit mother fucker
I'm mad as hell, I want happiness but I'm sinking deep too fast
Tre went back to chicago

Everything I ever got man I got it off the mud
Man I started in Chicago where they ain't help me with nothin
Can you say That?
Naw, well this is pay back
I

ways to get blazed
Right now i'm just trying get by
I got dreams & aspirations
No Ceilings ain't no limit to my high
Trying get back no Chicago but my