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my eyes red like they bleed
No matter how stoned I get I guarantee
That I hop in the studio throw on a beat
Never gonna skate by like Birdhouse
Smoke

hallways
Glock in good hands like I had Allstate
But now I'm the man
I drew up a plan and I got my mom straight
Look out for the fam, I sold by the gram
I

so bad it's obsession
New school is in section
Never wanted this so bad is obsession

I ain't talking to you
I came out of the blue u uh uh uh uu

Whole towns of me not resting in peace under white man-made lakes across the United States
I, nurse, cry, as I send black queer boy off with Po-Po
Cuffed

Pressure
That's why it's hard for me
But I can never get passed it by making sob stories
And hearing someone else talk about it's beyond boring
I'm

rap again
The red hat cause these n***** just seem to cap
Marijuana in my lungs
Police heater on my back
Cause I'm black melanated as I count these blue

Vape got me buzzing
I'm rockin' with Marni, that nigga more than my cousin
Bro sippin' that Barney, got lines by the dozen
Smokin' this gas got me in

And tea to stick
You tie the blues

You grab the boy
You make it
Follow me
You wanna bingo

It's like I said
It's been a long time
I cut you long
Yeah I

to the pad 
KC got the bricks off through his dad 
From then on
KC knew he was the man
Bout a month passed 
Rick doing bad
He done lost it all
Man gone mad

a glock round (Glock round)
Early mor mor don dey think about my being rich
And if you no dey fuck
Get up out my crib bitch
I don be bad boy since like

ina blue mercedes
Kriss vec switches up on dem glicks don't do the promags
Never slide in yo baby mother whip dat shit can go bad
Niggas go out so sad

Always give her what she want like sub-way
Damn she really crazy but it's ok
She my ride or die that's all-day
Think you better than me hardly
White boy

mad that I always wear the same shoes
And I'm never switching it up
Blown engine on the beater
So every meet up involving you
Picking me up
Down bad

murdered by George Zimmerman
Boy, how do we feel?
How do we feel lately?
This kid was 15 years old being followed by a grown man with a gun
We were very

li', bitch nigga believe that
Respect, or it's drama involved
When you see that
Boys shaken up, like a bad weed sack
Before I squab full of terror
Make

your feedback
Always being loud but you ain't louder than the weed pack
Counting up the blues I ain't fucking with the greenbacks
Toking on the Glue I be

cold, when I touch it gives frost bite
Pray to god that I'm making it through night
Stacking these hundreds
We throwing these blues tonight
Need me some

water, motha (Ugh) Dasani
I need brain, imma zombie
Or when I think about it prolly Donald Trump
Pump it up
I'm an Average Joe in a navy blue button up

get the wrong impression
Yea
Cuz I'm still chilly with it
Militant so i milly with it
Bad boy like I'm biggie with it
Bad boy like I'm will and I'm

Ohh she 
Damn she
Oh she.
Damn she
Oh she
Damn she 
Oh
I loved you. 
I needed you. 
Damiit I loved you
I did 
Shit
Man the good girls switching bad

a clean state
So you'll never catch me keeping secrets
Oh boy don't it feel nice to feel light now
Some ploy by the night to keep the fright 'round
No Troy,

Little boy, we hit the jackpot this time
Play with my brother they're savages
They come from the Congo
In from the jungle

Ready to rumble
Wake up in

throw our bodies on the pavement and cement
I can't believe this shit still happening
Boys in blue some big bad bitches with badges
Screaming I can't

that nigga so fatherly
I can't fuck none of you hoes, move faster than velocity
Cut ties with day ones cause they had secret animosity
Hatin' on me bad