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take me (That's no homo)
Yeah yeah take me
Into the promise land

They runnin runnin from they dreams yeah
I'm runnin towards things yeah
I'm runnin

Reading scriptures
Like I’m rhyming lyrics
I know He’s with me
So I’m fighting different
And all the pressures
On my mind
It got me writing different

Verse:
What is one life worth nobody give a f*** I'm hurt with everything I've done I'm cursed I'm going to jump it come my hearse why do I feel this

take the check
All the way to fucking downtown
Just hit up the plug
Now we picking up on some pounds pounds
I take one toke
Now I'm so lifted (Lifted)

I'm feeling trashed
I'm out of my brain 
I'm feeling trashed 
I'm going insane

Losing my sense of me
I'm falling away
I'm falling asleep 
I can't

day, livin' in Reseda
There's a freeway, runnin' through the yard
And I'm a bad boy, cause I don't even miss her
I'm a bad boy for breakin' her heart

Tell me do love what I’m on
YSL what you smell in my cologne
Baby I don’t need any love
Tell me do you really love what I’m on
Tell me do you love

It's not you, it's me 
I'm too hardheaded, too weak 
Trust issues arising, please leave 
Before I cry, It's not you, it's me 

How do I say it? It's

the peppers in it
I'm in Brooklyn hit that corner store and grab a Arizona to eat my Peppas with

I'm a solid nigga and I earned my stripes 
I left with 8 hoes

(Aye close that door)
(Aight come on)
(Mistro, you did it again)
I'm on block alert, watching who ride past (Alert)
My lil brother swiping, told me

I need me a lot
So I'm hittin' the block
Got a stash so I'm hot
Gotta keep me a glock
Always watching for ops
Slide away from the cops
Tryna make it

Let me spark this blunt, man you know I'm getting high
My nigga gone, I never understood why
Rip Cliff, you be on a nigga mind
We gone ball in

supposed to be

And you know just who I be yea
In the city I'm a real OG yea
I ain't talking bout no emoji nah
If they hating better be low key yea
Got some

Trapped in a room
That's filled with myself
Vanity's sin when I'm struck with my belt
I lay on the couch
When I'm feeling myself
This room's getting smaller

Knock 'em out the box
Knock 'em, knock 'em
Knock 'em out the box
I said I knock 'em out the box
Play that funky music white boy
But I'm out the band

My pockets they jump out the gym, I'm breaking the rim
I fuck from the back and I'm breaking her limbs, I told you I'm breaking the rim
Straight dubs

Groovy
It's on me(Yea)
Show me what you want what you need
Chillan in the west with no T, I'm on 3rd (Ave) doing thing's
I'm not worried bout nothin

the victim
But I'm sick of the lies
I'm sick of giving my feelings
To bitches that never tried
Trying to hide the hurt
They say a man should never cry
But I'm

Play without shoes make it harder but we got the ten on the toes and it's making us taller
And I got the authority action I'm going to put in

And you know I'm bout my cash
And I'm tryna set the tone mix it with the tashanddash
My bitch got the fattest ass
Making serves on Mattis ave
Take

And respectfully I'm off it
You forfeit the grace of my presence
When you forget the weight of the lessons taught
You the type to be short on wisdom and small

beginning also has an end
I just wanna comprehend
Was the world I live in a pretend
All that time we spent
I just wanted to know how you felt
Now i'm dealing

literally can't
And I'm literally dead
I'm literally fine
I'mma get
White girl wasted
You know you like us complicated
Drinking our feelings like we hate this

Bitch I got gas
Not citgo
Bitch I'm blowing up
Volcano
Pussy run up
My thang blow
My Money coming up
Y'all change low
Bitch I got gas
Not citgo
Bitch