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stay alive
That's them, young broke kids, want more ends
Want more ass, we got no friends
But the concrete, police sirens livin' right behind me
Play

monogram on the trunk 
I came in from the bottom like
Yeah b**** what's up?
Claiming you up 
I ain't heard none about him
They play me so foul I hit this

and feel alive
So grab them games and swing by
It's my duty to weaponize
With a large coke and extra fries
Yes my eyes are on the prize
But I take a break

Motivation
So I'm hoping as soon as I hand Them this
They play it on the Radio station in rotation
24-7, seen more strange things Than 11
I've been writing

Niggas always play 'til they wind up in a hospital
Animals flipped you over so it's little that the doctor do
I'm 'bout to lift off like when a rocket

finish up this album
I love you
Stacks
Girl I got everything I want in life
But you not by my side
Everytime you come around I be catching butterflies
You

Oh, boo-hoo. Let me play a sad song for you on the world's smallest violin
That's a serious violin
I've been coming down for a long time
Just let me

wavelength I guess my mind different
Bro stop acting like you ain't never seen a cat flying
I'm making plays when I touchdown I feel like Matt Ryan
I seen em'

get you clipped, 
Pissed, 
That’s how they be when i make me a complete mockery, 
Full press on they ass, foot still on the gas, straight offense no

cocky and arrogant

I put in the work
Here's the evidence
I'm going up man
It's evident

For them hard nights
Put an album out
Roll the backwoods
Blow

Aye
When marimba rhythm starts to play
Dance with me, baby make me sway
Ain't no Buble but I am a Michael
Ex's hit my line but I don't recycle
So

Theirs hope night skippen tares, the huge they love and have no play station. their parents has no vehicle as your dad pays with amount filler home side by

So as I sip my third Heineken
I feel disturbed stupefied by the tools and
The fools I observe
In the spot's where I rock
They deserve not a word in

just another speck, out here hittin' licks
I don't give a fuck, maybe by the grip
never by the hoe, bodied on the flow
pull out game is weak, wifey outta

mouth like tic tac (Uh)
Play the bitch like tic tac toe
In the field with them killers I know
In the kitchen whippin' white like snow
Fill it up put

the morning but I'll make amends,
I don't wear my glasses I need contact lens
I saw Wrestlemania on my free weekend, that shit sucked ass, even the press

To led them, to messages on critical thinking
The streets and university hoes, press play

as far as she knows
They wish their pockets were as fat as their egos
When she come round, we just press play
Say you can take her, do your best mate
Said

(uh huh)
Visions of "vittles" on my plate (let's eat)
Forgot to mention by the way
Picasso figures wit them skates (watch that footwork)
Hey look, I'm

finished recording
You may hang up or
Press one for more options
Still thinking about a mansion
Still run it from the basement
Still running from the ledge

face
Ounces in your blunt gun hanging by your waistband
Who you in a war with who got you in a haste
Now you caught a case praying that the judge can see

encrypted 
When ur starts don’t come an play victim 
spin back around if I think that I missed him
One eye open when I shoot long distance 

blacked out cause

Inside my mind"
Winter was cold
Used to sit by the fire now
Momma getting mad
Better turn them fucking lights out
Kicking life's ass
Turn this album to my

hittin' harder than Creed
Who fuckin' with me nigga, no one ask Alicia Keys
Play games, pull up like Need for Speed (Skrrt)
You'll see this center shoot,