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blowing it out
But whatever you want to do just shout it on out
From your bleeding hearts
It's time for me to depart
From this world this plain
It's insane

Uh, uh, you know that I'm styling
I’m with that time, look at the calendar
I need a brand new challenger
Talking down on my gang, bitch?
Gon' leave,

dead people, they on cemetery
Cutting all these ties, I don't got time, all this shit temporary
This shit get very scary
Never know who out to get you,

time and in that, I mastered rhyme, I'm a mastermind who mastered mine did this shit
By design, If you picked a side lil homie don't cross the line, Oh

the piss and moaners
Who were calling me away from my work
Another rainy day is in the books
I got ripped off by a girl with rodent looks
She said she was

all down
Find out who really is the king of that town
Time to gangbang so grab the guns
Cuz in the end, there can only be one

We drive dope cars, we

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jumpin in and outta hella 80s babies
niggas barking heavy when they really rabies
By the time it's heavy they'll be iffy iffy that's yam nigga told facts

the fuck were you thinkin'
Leave your body dead, rotten, stinkin'
Hit em once, hit em twice, hit em three times
She coming over taking up all my me time

many times what was fumbled by the greatest
Nothing to the humble ever-latest
What need time care is a city losing space and
Transplants placed in

The sonic glistens and shimmers, shinin' hella stellar
Eagle eye, leave em bleedin' each time its open season
No bleepin' the fuckin' words on track I'm

to have fun times
With her and her ladies
Shout out to my girl in Lansing
What up Sadie
Then I got to hit the barber
Because my girl Amy wanna
Hit the water

make me lazy
I get fead by my lady, mashed potatoes extra gravy
Finders keepers till the finders keep her
I still remember saying hey nice to meet you

how crazy you drove me
I feel like I'm running out of time
Running out of mind
You're something out of sight
Still you blind me like the light
We were

to do
Atlanta stand up
Y'all just come out with yo crew
Ladies get yo hair done
And nails done too
Fellas in da cut
While they rock them new shoes
I

during your trial
Despite negative men your set up for the win
Ezekiel 7:3 I hope it ain't me
Recompense upon thee take heed
But until that time we got

bars right up to the test
By then you might see if you up next
I been thinking bout this all the time
If the shit don't fall through
And I'm running out

till everything is hazy
Well it ain't over till the natural lady sings
But right now it's only bachelor Beatty
Well really he ain't lonely
Actually

came a long way but I ain't done enough
Shade 45 made a nigga dig deep
3, 4, 5 days nigga no sleep
All the ls, heartbreaks, bounce backs
I love

for more 
I respect and implore 
So I bought her Dior 
She a worker for sure 
I matched baby on a store 
Boss lady 
3 times she carried baby 

In the crowded lobby noise inside a Belvedere hotel, I was distracted by a fleeting thought or two
A stranger among strangers hiding wild degrees

Here’s my curbside service to a life of sin

[Verse 2]

It's time I remove the sub from the urban
You cats is little hondas peep this suburban
I make

they get their back pay
Who are you protecting when you're killing three people a day
Hey yeah let's go back in time when everybody was so proud

don't idolize, now we gotta get the-
Who the fuck?
Where the fuck?
Am I shit, I’m fucking drunk
Did I do a crime?
Let me check the time
It is 3 in