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my yard
Bitch I'd go solo if I had the fucking option but it's out of my control (What)
So many people in this head I'm taking roll call with a scroll

Grabs Mic
Yuh
Hope you're not too fucked up
When you listen to this shit
It'll get you fucked up, in the head
Make you commit, way more sins
Than you

it then I go and cop it
Member when I used to sit and plot this
Motivated by my enemies
Chosen one look where I started from

Chosen chosen chosen

Spend it on bae now he ready to go
He Gucci me Louis me head to my toes
Put ice on my neck got me cold eskimo
He split it I roll
Then I got my side bitch

it bang let it pop
Rubber bands on my knots 
Couple bands on your top
Palm angel pants gucci flops
It's a movie let em watch
Got my head up to the sky

Many false gods in a room yo where are the Greeks
Dead and gone 
Like the beats Da Wizard been on 
Head Chef grilling songs in a red apron 
cny kind song

to show them what's good, let 'em know it can't slide
If it's hood shit know you never go and tell me twice
I was raised by some real OGs, on my life

and they all about you
You told me we stickin' together like glue
Well, where did you go?
Im with the gang and we all grippin' fours
It's hard when they

Niggas talking boatloads but I can see the capsize
Outside till I count mine, then I'm going in
Go upside they head cause I'm going up again

If it's my

U a Bitch

Pimp C

Return of the Trill

2018

line
And when they see these young black men, they see dollar signs
So prisons go from bein' run by the state
To a private industry, nigga, tell me,

TakeitBackv2

Like Frederick Douglass
It's time to pick my brain apart
Lookin' at the menu, motherfucker
I'm the mane with art
The patriarch of this

Outta sight I swear I'm off the plane
Tryna go from Camry to a range 
Tryna move my family to the plains 
Obsessed with drifting off into the rain

Tyler
Creator, suicidal but gaining hope
Bit by bit, go and treat you like shit
Then admit that I did, you should just move on
Break up with me please

Felt like you are losing faith

Looking at the money, like why I feel lonely
Got to make the time for, things that are important
My head been in

about to be much bigger than I ever thought
I self taught all the things I was never taught
interviewed by the feds but we never talk
no comment for what

you know it's on go
We treat y'all like bitches we treat y'all like hoes
Designer from head to the toe
Balenciaga on my clothes

Balenci Balenci Balenci

a hoe
I'll leave a hoe, before I beat a hoe
Pull up so fast cause I'm illegal, hoe
Smoking on this Tooka
Blowing this shit like a fan
Go head and unplug

breath, like dang, mane
I feel the hate in every vein, of my body
I swear by now the fat lady should've sang...
Fuck it
I came, into this rap game, without

to level up
We ain't got time to fuck it up

Time permitting
Decision, division
You think that I'm kidding, the wisdom to living
Go head and fumble a bag

to grip his gun
This ting so freaky, really, she wanna fuck me by the bando front
Suck me up in a Lambo truck, don't do drill but my ching still tucked

know I'm supa fly cause I fell in love with designer 
I call up Armani
I Facetime Versace
My baby Balenci a rider
Hit my nigga Louis 
Ask him if he Gucci

na na nahhh na na nah nah na nahhhh
Nah na na nahhh na na nah nah na nahhhh

Yeah hop up in the car
Go head and tell lil baby Ima star
One day

Yeah
I'm an actively active activist
Stop acting like you know me
Go ahead and judge me nigga read my story nigga on my momma nigga
Bis mi Allah

of dime
If you keep doing this shit
I'ma leave real quick
Baby you weren't that lit 

Wearing gucci
Lv prada
Maybe some balenciaga 
Making music fuck her