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to myself
Never going back till I'm deep (Real deep)
You can't stop me
On a mission (You cant you cant)
If you try i got the heat
No Whiteside but that d
Will

mixxy up in all these bitches faces
Wonder how'd you like it if me and you traded places
Fuck that double standard shit what you do I do better
Cut you

with too much bullshit
An that's the reason why I stay lit
An that's the reason I get profit
Killing the game, time to order a coffin

Whatchu say? Nigga

it's hard for me to pick one
Flown too many miles to claim that I am not the lit one
When this shits done I'm definitely onto the next
So many jets

and lit a match and
now I'm burning up, now I'm going down and....

I feel it, it's coming, it's draping over me
Blocking out all of the light, touching

heaven in my life,
I love you for the strength to give,
Girl you are my shining star,
That's the reason.

This is the place where I'd rather be,
Your arms

more,
It'd be different if you would call me just to say what's up,
I really don't have time to be giving advice to you,
Now I'm hanging out, don't wanna

Miss Muffett you best run away
'Cause Diana Taurasi has come out to play 

(CHORUS)
Some call her Diana some just call her D
They call her Ballhog Chick

til they run my credits
I'm tweekin on em til they run my credits

Kids worship new Benjamin's, high blood pressure 
But he still in a bens 

Lit

club che nel club c'ho la gang ah
Non muove cash per terra se entriamo dentro al club fra'

Sto con i miei lit, la tua bitch fa spin
Noi parliamo le

Sometimes I miss the circus but I know why I ran away
I stepped right out of that song while it played
I lit it like a stage and I gave it like

all just flattering
Been hustling kuz a nigga like diamond things 
New chain, new watch, and pinky ring 
Big drip, stay lit, I'm on her wish list 
She

ya whole lineage cringe
Lit off my jesus like Popeyes and that spinach!
Rapping in vintage
Sick with the flow not allowed at the clinic
Diminished,

fuck the upper-hand, I won't quit, and won't lose
I'm lovin' what I am, real as shit, and no tool
Still stuntin' puffin' grams cause I'm lit, no fuze

that shit
Fuck yo bitch then we fucking dip
In the foreign whip we drift
In a pit, we lit
We the shit, we pull up with the clique
And shoot your mans

then I'd be shook
I shake em off cuz I'm about to start assassinatin
Choke em out then give em CPR and then resuscitate em
Do that 9 times on these cats

off lad, knock knock leaving your ass
No poo sock jokes here that's childish shit
Not gonna say lit ever again, would rather hit a kid again
Nigga

the lit'ist
Aye

Look at the sauce that we got
Swagging it up
Dripping it down
I see they feeling me now
Run the check down like a fade
We fuck it up everyday

Feelin' wavy
In these Stacy Adams
Sippin' on my Jack Daniels
(Sippin' on my J.D)
Pacin' 'round the house
My mind keeps racing
While I'm chasing

a shotgun
Kids these days
Growing up
Are hella rotten
The apple feel far
From the tree
In the garden
Seems being smart
Is no longer an option
They'd rather

the dirt, put in work, I don't depend on luck
I'd rather kill my ego and just listen to my gut
Prolly why you rappers suck, clout chasing, acting up
Claiming

2 AM finna hit goose island 
Let me get a 10 piece jumbo shrimp 
Put sum mild sauce on my fucking fries 
Lit my blunt and imma be alright 
Getting

swear
(It's lit!)
That's how we different, I tend to think bigger
This shit has never been 'bout all the figures
You can't be afraid if you got your heart

really wanna be the person getting kicks
All my friends getting lit, all my friends getting whipped
I won't die with my hanger, thought I was gonna be