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nothing, not for nothing

I got your face within my sights
Im fuckin punching  something

Heads are rolling
Heads are rolling


You know you wanna die to be

done gave birth to a sinner 
Punching up pieces is on my agenda 
Spanish bitch she fuego 
Dame cono Linda 

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I was in these streets duckin cases

Tick tok x 4


Countin the days
Punching them hours
When will i get shine
Or will  I blow out and die
Will I get money
 Like sweet honey
Or be

You won’t ever stop me
Bitch I’m like rocky
Im just punching away all you cunts I will slay 
Yelling death to my rivals
Yelling death to the old me

I'm racing hard my pace into the straight
Punching hard win like a heavyweight
I make it thru the night, and we will be alright
can't deny my reason is

but could you heal my pain
Better stay safe I was punching back em them days
Shawty loved my flaws and I'm stuck up in my ways
You know I broke her

Then she say period, cause my nigga know hot to eat lot
She say bae, you know your way, I say I know it's nonstop
So I'm punching in my time, like I'm

or flight
Constantly

I'm sorry
But every boxer needs a punching bag
And you're the closest thing that I'll ever have to that
I'm sorry

One look in

where they was
When I was scraping change
Cause I was broke
I played the back
But now it's center stage
I was stressing punching clocks
But Now I'm

Punching in his face
Bounching to the body
kill'em all

Hell devils spit the uniform
No mercy in here
Forgive us revenge heal to up
oximoron, and justice for

and tribulations I been thru a lot
Worked so many jobs I'm tired of punching the clock
Started my own business got my grind up I could never stop
It don't even

Drown out all the love I wanna feel
CHORUS
Yea, we kick the doors down
Punching walls & screaming out 
All the reasons I can’t trust you
Then the rain

dishes back to back
These coworkers talking smack
Best believe I was ready for that
Punching the clock to save my ass
Before the manager says I slack

Rookie packers, like 2016 Geronimo
At the counter getting receipts, and punching shit
Sorcerer with these packs, but my name ain't Benedict
Sending money

Exchange for the pussy she got confused and I told that bitch I'm not Bryson
He be punching all day but I promise he ain't fighting
He a young dog in this

stupid little punching bag
You make it hurt so bad
I know you're good at that
But hey, I'm the one who you could call right back
I swear, I'll never crack

the light
Every time
She goes
It leaves me immobilised 

The Fear
Of falling
In my sleep
It leaves me immobilised
It feels
Just like
I'm punching in my dreams

to the moon and back
Bad bitches fucking them with no strings attached
She want a purse send the screenshot I'll be punching that
Punching shit on a daily like

Punching in, so they catch these hands
Hey hey ask who's that man?
Hey hey I'll ruin plans, this
Your crew? Oh man, kid stay in stands
They're

on the ropes
But I won't be your punching bag for blows

Why are you scared of me?
That hiss and rattle is coming from you
You're blinded by the skin you can't

in between
Let's go
Look how Cuz turn nothing to something (He gettin' off)
Finessing, got em swiping and punching (He gettin' off)
She stripping just

sell
You take me up so high
I'm excited to rush into the sky
Punching through the atmosphere
I'm done down here
Infectious, hypnotic
Synthetic,

motherfucker nigga no Hawaiian
Punching on niggas like Iron Mike Tyson
Like Tony Stark don't see the suit but dawg the iron right here
I get around just like

that I once knew
You had me punching through the walls
Waiting on you to call
You make me lose myself
But now I'm losing you

We're left on pause like