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Pockets got Franklins I keep Arithas So I'm watching and waiting cause niggas creeping My obligation is keep on eating Piled up my plate with a decent
racks piled high Rose and Cass on private jets That’s when the lifestyles right Yeah On my steeze 90s bitch in Girbaud jeans Yeah yeah Pussy niggas say
fail it ain't happen My problems piled up in the ashtray And they smoke good My favorite things God put in my life Was a scale and a notebook Passing
plenty to adore, I'm so ready to explore After graduation, I'll be flyin' out of state Like I'm tryin' to escape, all that's piled on my plate Lil' child
it all the damage done piled up I done caused this outcome why am I gettin riled up (pimp) -Niggas be sinnin Talkin bout Heavenly Father -Sayin I love
you ain't GODLIKE You have my thoughts piled up in a chokehold Can't even break a sweat cuz it's so cold You're living in the past you're getting too
And mixed feelings I put out I'm hopin it'll pop I got hits piled up believe me cause I got a lot Yea I got a lot I'm gone I'm changin my life I'm changin my
ruined, one too many times broken heartless Honest, a promise it seems i couldn't accomplish Bottles piled up high, like weights on my conscious Reflections
the positives Hundreds of ways just to cope With vacancy and all the hateful prerogatives I don't even know what to say When everything piled on me starts
harder 4 less Yeah yeah, 48 hours for a 24-hour check I doubted being blessed I used to wake up and feeling stressed Car trouble tickets piled up
to fall Then come back around Reinvented the art We just let it ride I never duck an hide I keep it loaded up It's always piled high I'm ready to unload So
damn near piled away When I cared about your feelings I would travel miles away to see you (yea yea) To meet you (yea yea) But thats old news dumb bitch
playin' Tired of this dragon slaying Piled in these bills I'm Paying Doing what my mother's saying Rich man die just the same I'm Working hard without
Piled up emotions How can the people that grew up with me go doubt I was chosen With all the evils that second guessed and would shout at my motions
wanna hate on me I been through so much too much shit piled up on me Still screaming fuck them all I'm living to the max degree Stay to myself, I don't
Well, My baby and me went out late Saturday night I had my hair piled high and my baby just looked so right Well, pick you up at ten, gotta have you
eagle multiply (Listen) The money piled up on my golden table like I'm Mordecai I put fire to the furnace like Hephaestus Your bars like brain cancer,
Tired of the battle deep inside, help me find a place Tired of the piled up bills, on my knees I pray Happiness is first, but my bank need a raise Not
stick, Cos I know you'll hit and run, Once your game of fun is won, Middle 8 I woke up, called your bluff cos I've seen enough, Chips piled
lately it's been feeling crowded All this shit I'm going through piled up and made a mountain If I ain't learn to swim, I probably would've started
chasing these bags, so we ain’t need him Went to school & piled up a debt, damn I was tweakin I wanna go and ice a Patek just for no reason For my raps I’m
it was me motherfuckers really did not fuck with me Humble as fuck cause when we was younger Just know we really went through shit Piled up in one bed
community, my crib, the fuck? Goofy as hell! What about that one? Ooh, mail piled up and shit. Prolly outta town in a cabin with the bears Yeah buddy, what
'round with my head in a crown No lie, liabilities piled on business Opportunists got hell a confused Like I wasn't interested in employing the rest
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