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That shit is fiction
Niggas lyin' all the time
They ain't wit us
I'm the seven
I'm the cleanest nigga in the city
Cell less
Niggas sellout's
Now they

pocket
She's so toxic but she is the topic
Money used to be microscopic but now it's in my pocket
In the jag drop the top, out the cell popped the lock

And she left with no warning 
I've been out here trine find her like a warrant
I text her cell phone I know she ignores it
Guess Ill be better whenever it

my head they be ringing like bells
Avoiding the shit that could send me to jail
Ain’t tryna get caught or get locked in them cells
Break from this

And I been dripping in these clothes that’s why ya bae on me
I’m gon' get richer with my bros hope they don’t change on me
These niggas be switching for

My young nigga he up in that cell
He fighting some time
He ain’t coming home
My killas they stuck ina trap
If you acting too tuff
Then they sending

on my grind
I can’t be found online
Airplane mode (Mode)
Fuck a cell phone
That shit is trash yo
Make great use of my time
Do things to build my mind
Been

my head they be ringing like bells
Avoiding the shit that could send me to jail
Ain't tryna get caught or get locked in them cells
Break from this

And out Jair in and out a block cell
Different for my homie they gone Always ride for me killers in my
Circle only killers that’s gone kill
For me never had

Yah you are my angel girl
You must be from heaven girl
Yah you are my angel girl
You must be from heaven girl
Yah you came down and saved me from

Yeah they snatching you right up
An thinking that we won't prevail
You got to prevail
I was never in they cell
(Ts)
Im really in a mood
Feels like I made

Trapped in a cell  in my mind I'm Running from the devil oh my soul You'll never find

Now I'm walking down memory lane Vivid memories I guess I be used

Improve myself for you
Checking my cell for you
Baby won't you hit my line
She like to rock and ride
I know you don't got much time with me
We can be

We locked in like your number in my cell phone call me
When you need me, you'll click  click
Now tell him that you all  me
Locked in like some

call me R-D-O-G

You know I throw a lot of shit, but you just gotta keep your head up, bro
It won't get better, ha
Maybe my feelings would be better if I

no one to verify my thoughts
So I thought
Was I lost in New York
Hit the ti
So I could sort
That's when the voices came back
Felt brain cells react

the number your cell phone
So I'm about to
Leave
Knew in the end you'd never wanna be with me
Never been without you when the leaves turn green
I was safe

I told bro to hold on, he call and I get the phone
He locked up in that cell but I know he coming home
I'm out here on my doly, but I ain't feeling

friends
Look at me shady
See some shit to me is personal
Not for the world to see
But you was raised
With cell phone flat TV's
Play pause your live TV
Shit

be romantic, I'll hit it from the back
Just so you don't get attached ('tached, 'tached, 'tached)

I said you could be the one lil hoe
Got rich, now

Propaganda mind control
I've lost my mind they say
Sitting here in my padded cell
Somewhere I am locked away

Medicated into submission
Force-fed

Time to introduce you to my new wave
Came a long way from fucked up in that cell brushing my grill with that Cool Wave
Yeah
You know I gotta switch

You told me not to be afraid of myself
But you left me burning in hell
No calls on my cell, lately i'm not doing well
Pouring 4s in my double cup
I

Bitch ain't no contemplation
Im the shit like constipation
They want us dead or inna cell so can't no time be wasted
I hate my bro stay on the run they