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Futureboy fall asleep, Frasier episode
Cats will cry by the food bowl
Hey hey hey, whoa whoa whoa now, Futureboy

You don't know if it's

Talking like reverend
Boutta go get the triple 9 and a flip
Gotta go a double back and dip
Had to go and ghost ride the whip, yeah
Don't like the flexing

Yea I seen that
Looking in my rear view
Like Bass like how they did you
A kid who
Did too
Much for dudes who wasn't true
I'm something like a pro now

dark and the nights get cold
Casper's friendly, come and meet my ghosts
Lemme sing about reasons that my heart still broke
Tell you 'bout the dreams that

life my reality
I hustle none stop I'm in the lead
God knows I struggle to sleep
I gave my life up for this shit
All I wanted was racks up as a kid
Ye I

against me
I know that he love me
I know that he got me
Nobody gotta get why he Love
Why he got me
Why he chose me
Living by faith that's all that I know

lied that's facts
Two dimes go check my stats
Two phones with no ringtones
When i get yo call i won't text you back
Now the team by the brim of my hat

some bud in the bed with some drink and a hoe
Get love in the sand while you chill by the coast
How you say you love a nigga then you dip out ghost
Ima

the plug, he just said he got it lil nigga
I met the connect on a Monday, by Friday the trap back jumping lil nigga
I got the backroom thumbing lil nigga

and watch me close for the clue that I'm showing
The One you see my Spirit fall on and remain that's my chosen
He baptizes with the Holy Ghost
I saw and I

brothers
And people who
We respect their opinions
Because I expect their
Image of self to be formed by
These people
Sometimes I tell you
Oh the kids said

ain't lane switchin
It ain't a drive by
But I leave that thing leaking
I got you screamin out like
You don't keep no secrets
And I can still go deeper

suicide they left murdered by the curb
You got a nerve
Hay Mr police man why you treat us like trash Mr police man
We just trying to heal Mr police man
We

Aye I need a bag on go, yo bitch, she know
It's pretty nigga season, flyer than ghosts
Run up, you get gone
Yo main, get boned
Dripped in tactical,

[Lyrics]

[Verse 1]
Pulled up the show with the youit in my backpack
Listened to his songs and he spit all cap rap
Said he want smoke then go ghost

Of a Phantom by the wheel
And feel how easy that bitch steer
We real, you fake  
Window tints and dealer plates
From the stands to the sideline
To the reason

Names on the playground we used to go by 
Are the memories of who we used to be
Memories that fade to ghosts that fade away 
But heroes never die

Late

snare rolls

I'm still the same kid from around the way
Still from 430 Mellon Street all day
I still keep a rag with me to wipe off the Jays
Only got

Plus my homeys Sadness and Pain
I'll be glad when the rain
Wash the pain to side 
And the pain subsides
In the crevices if my mind 
Led by the blind
Too

know
Jumped out the whip wearing ell drip
Crowd shell shocked by the parasites sickfit
Let's dip
This party's crumbling like broken chips
Diagnosed with

nigga
When you won't coming out yo pocket she was coming out her purse nigga
You put me last but out yo kids I'm the first nigga
And you was treating me

don't know you or your best friend David
You're testing my patience
I've got the heart of a lion
I don't get bothered by peasants
Tryna bring me down

get hit with the fye
See ya next time now cause I gotta catch this ride
I aim for the summit but I might just fall again
Pick my self up by the straps

Yeah!

Pulled up in a ghost I dropped a hit
I been sleepin' with the reaper by my bed ooh
Full metal I'mma rock out like a band
I keep that heater