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thumbs down, stand up, guns down
Ya chance up, done now 
I'm tryna get my bands up, make sure that my manz up 
and if you got a problem, got no problem

down any bottles yet  
I take my emotion and my feelings and I bottle them
Can’t give me no problems if I don't even acknowledged them
Either I rise

condom)
Thirteen hundred dollar shirt
Yeah no problem (Thirteen hundred)
Big shoes on the bottom say P-R-ADA (P-R-ADA)
Give her ten bands every time I see

Look, huh
Back to the Future faster than Michael J, might fade away
Retro Air 1's, feelin' like Michael J, no J Foxx
Still might catch me in Kings

and under her shirt the key to makin' me feel better
I'm finally on my shit, yeah
I'm tryna get rich, Yeah
And she askin' like, please don't forget her
Like,

you play and it's stuck, bitch we bound to collide
Just sit back and get high and just laugh when you die
He ain't no opp if he broke trying to beef

I'm going through every degree
Dodge every trap set by my enemies
They don't see me 'cause i'm yeah I'm blurry uhh
I broke their classes so that they

might pop a yerk
And her bday next week so I might cop a purse
I got a lil show tonight so I might cop a shirt
And I could never eat no pussy unless she

doing fine 

Sitting on the mountaintop 
The Beast is in despair 
His shoes don't fit his cloven feet 
He's losing all his hair 
And there's no-one left

we'll make it
Open my mind, too tired of being wasted
Let's face it, we callin' Houston""oh no!
- we got a problem, we're burnin, losin’ control!""
Look

sad all the time
And this is just a song about being sad
Whoopdie-doo, let's get to it, haha

I've got a problem, I'm always so sad
The littlest

out to Harlem my niggas sittin' at 7.30
We stay winnin', just tell my mama, don't worry for me
No, I did a lot by my lonesome
Shit be hot, I still play

the weekend
Get outta your suits
It's time to let loose
Get off your caboose
And move about your shoes
Cause we're just looking for some good times
So only send

Everybody battle demons, this ain't only some Chris shit (It's not)
No need to bare knuckle by yourself, with the hand you was dealt
A grown man, hat in hand

I just want what's mine
You understand that, right?
Cool, we shouldn't have no problems then
Griselda look, woo

Rapped a year in Trues
Stack

won't get tricked by yo stupid stuff
I'm smarter than that, I'm pretty tough
I got no problem shooting this up
Yeah some girl will say “hey”
It don't mean

could try but they know
I'm a star, why the texts go green, on a galaxy note
Ain't no SOD, kissin' me through the phone
I've been in it by myself, never

thinks at this amount 
Spreading the love around this time making it count
Grounded in my ways and words bounded by way what pays and slurs
Astounded that

terrified
Takes a while tryna figure if they should stay or pass by
Guess I've never been easy, have I? Nah
I said I've been getting money lately so I don't

Ain't no face so ain't no case
We stay masked up like it's COVID (Like it's COVID)
They claim that they your homies, but they some opps and you don't

right up off the shelf
Shots right after shots might have a problem but I don't want no help
Glad you saved yourself from me im starting to feel unhealthy

Cause I'll never let up
And no matter what 
Know I'm keeping my head up 
I'm getting 
My bread up
If my niggas pull up
You know that they're dead up

of the strategy
Sometimes I feel like I’m destined for losin
Labeling me as mess and a nuisance
I’m a problem they ain’t got no solution
And they can’t stop me from

who can see the problem around me
And no one is willing to fix it
It's because that mission I've been chosen to complete