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Ain't the type to back down
Laughing to the bank now
I was never class clown
He just got a bag how
Heard he breaking bags down
Ain't the type to back down

this music can say that I like it
I get distracted by bitches thats light skin, money bags, and some icing
I'm the greatest Mike Jackson and Tyson, still

back home
But until then, I'll be right here holding
My phone

What is the reason why
I can't find me no peace of mind
Think I'm needing you by my side

society will have an epiphany and then it'll all be different
I can't say for definite, this is only my prediction
I'm really going to make it, at least by

and crumble into pieces upright in front of my eyes
I never been one to let anything go
I do what I want and I work on my own
Just keep me calm and there will

the line I didn't help by watching her die
She's slowly, killing herself and right in front of my eyes
God why, I'm sorry
How could the heaven's angels be

Yeah
Man, I woke up this mornin'
Like let me pop that Papi talk real quick let me do that
Wide size foreigns out front of the palace
Said she never

got signed
It's funny how that dotted line weakens the rhyme
But let a label head put that "X" in front of my eyes
Don't be surprised if I fold under

a president
Why you ain't looking no votes
From morning up in instant and I ain't talking odds
Yeah I had thousands by the end votes
Man wanna talk about losing

at me Tell me what do you see
Visualizin' all this truth right in front of me
Feelin' like these fans always wantin' some of me
And these labels wanna

Baby, I just want to penetrate
The deepest crevice of your prefrontal
I want to get lost in your imagination like a vortex
Now of course I want

Cutie lookin extra smooth
The way she looks at me in my mind
Tell it all, by night I'll be fine
Only one friend I needed
Just makin up more lies
Time is

the weekend

The truth I give, it seeps in
Live on my edge, not the deep end
Abundant on my free band
Do good by me, then we can

Business is right, then I'm

ain't for drumming
I don't even feel the pain
Because these percocets they numb it
I jumped knee deep in the gang
And lost niggas that I call brother
In

never confused
I guess that's what they call
Paying the dues

Times on lock down
Waiting on the sunrise 
Put the top down
We in full stride
Nonstop now

Bash
Try to get on my fucking level
And I'll level you to the ground
Cause my words are so profound
Now go get lost and never found
Oh!
Kiss my

My pain different this a bigger cause
Big Baller brand I ain't never lost
Nigga u a fan undercover Stan
Undeveloped man
this a waste of bars
Nigga I'm

to bruise
I would've thought I laid out them clues
My day one crews
Never made it to my debues
That's some I've came to terms with
My current
Friends

gates
Lord knows I got a couple niggas at The crossroads
Lost souls stuck inside them prisons Who I pray for
Break mode, we can do better Because we say

a bit
How I try to save the people while I hang off the cliff
I know
I got it all right here in front of me
Baby I'm 25, I should've been dead, the devil

shit
Finding out by myself and I'm lit as it get
She found out bout herself when she fucked on my parter
Never take much to realize you ain't shit

anything
I don't like how I don't deal with anything
So much in front of me it all looks promising
I act like I don't know a god damn thing
But I really

just to get here.
So yeah I am dying
Now
You are dying now
Somehow, by a stroke of luck, or providence
It matters not how you define it
You and I ended

reveals
Itself and my bones are paralyzed
There is a figure in front of my eyes
And what's that I see? My god, IT'S A KNIFE!
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