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son is gone
Told ya man you should have left them boys alone leave em lone
Now your son ain't never coming home
Lyin cause you lying bout the money
Lyin

and wraps and the swishers
We finna have a party so somebody call the bitches.
Tell Em to fall thru and take shots with a nigga

Come rock wit a nigga.

I'm a boss,
Now we at Neiman's it use to be ross,
I had to leave em ain't gave me a choice,
My momma told me don't play with them boys,
I came from

Don't ask me for no money
I'ma tell you the same thang, no
Get up out my face, ho
Now you wanna stay? No
Name a place I can't go
Jump if I say so

don't help
If I saw my son in a dress
Then I'd go and get my belt
Look in the mirror and tell me
What you think about yourself
You need a safe space?

when you coming home"
I don't know if I am 
Your momma says I don't really care
She mad cuz I don't want to be her man
I want to execute my plan
Cuz I

drivin' too fast
Was on a high but ya boy was 'bouta crash
(Skrrr, skrr)
Plenty drinks and plenty bad bitches
All up in my section
Gettin lit then I take em

But your music is by far shitter
I've been in my zone
And I've been in my head
I've been havin' thoughts on how I can get the bread
Always fuckin

Swear down, next time it's gonna be a mad ting
That was the last time I get called a hasbeen
I mean let's be real, I've got half a mil'
To get ... by

send me nine shots to 50 cent me
Get laid to rest by niggas that love to misrepresent me 
Cuz content in my writtens ain't talking about no Bentley
This

it's doja
You know the scent
Arapahoe county you throw the fist and they start to blow them sticks

Don't play around
Boys'll lay you down
Shut

had to tell that bitch
"Move sides"
Then fly to Aspen that’s where we lose time
Baby girl gasping when I tell her
"Choose high" (Get familiar)

tho it's a lie 
How was I supposed to get by, feeling hopeless till I...
Really opened my eyes, and realized that the problem was I 
Social anxiety, is

Yo people always ask me "where you from?"
And I don't really know how to answer
But I'm good with that
Let me tell you a little story
I came to this

line, 
I tap her briefly on the shoulder, but her chip was worse than mine 
She told me, “look i get the jist, you come up, tell me that i'm fine”

there homie
Real playas do real playa thangs
Know I'm saying nigga don't get mad
You wanna go give your bitch a black eye
And a busted lip, and she chose

When I walk in 
Headed to the top 
You can't tell where it's stoppin
Lil foreign boy
Yeah he French Moroccan

Remember 7 Hills 
Wouldn't believe how I'm

Intro

It's okay, It's okay
It's oh
It's okay, It's okay 
Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani, sabachthani 
So, when that energy's returned
Don't you be mad

gettin' to the
Money, I'ma pull up on somebody
Tell 'em to pay me
Get it out the mud, get a thousand pills
Clients mad 'cause I ain't sellin' 'em lately

(ah)
Tryna get a body on this ting, ain't going Turkey (grrah)
Had me queuing up for servery (facts)
The hood raised me, block boy before JB
My come

them boys
They can't have my coins
I am on my own, I do this alone
Bitch you gotta go
Tell your mom you're coming home
Posted in the snow, rainman here

as all my attire
Rappers always require
Passion tossed in the dryer
Dad and mom are right by ya
But acting all like a fighter
You tell em they're sick

taste of my dinner
Better try and come and get it
I don't even keep in touch with 'em
But if they takin' shots at me then shit, good luck with 'em
There's

corrupt
Or just poise and grim
From boys to men
There’s no way to avoid the sin
So many are counting on me
So my only choice is to win, so...
(Get it! Get