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You cut me to the quick, you take me by surprise
Your fickle smile of wit, convicts my fool's devise
The rain upon my skin, a plot that's stretched

went and found another
And you even cut me off on some future shit
Acting like I wasn't shit in my Gucci fit
Prada tags & denim wear I was always lit

Young man, with aspirations
Put plans in activation
If deals are on the table
Cut checks no laceration
Just off rough calculations
Of what my

place to place

They can't find the trap, I'm in the cut just like some alcohol
My lil' niggas active, they go crazy, need some Adderall
These lil' niggas

in Ibiza I took four more by the schemers
You little fucks don't measure up
Off you a thousand times I kilometer
Wipe all of the blood off all the cuts

fail or a part of us died
Every heartbreak chips away piece by piece
First cuts deep, swollen with grief
But strength is created in the cracks of pain

Transfer to the mecca, where the sun will rise, to future laced with gray 
cssembly line barista, got that dosage right, but I still feel the same,

drink like your middle name was bender
Contester like high vis covered in leather
Lest we forget unless we're together
Half cut but yet I'm grateful for

a abomination watch how close you get bc it’s over once I get up in it
I ain’t being rude im sorry I just mean it
Fine line between suffering & aching
You attract

wi float face down, them want thief I and I crown, but me ketch dem and me let off a shot (Fyahh) and now the lineage get cut off

Big up mi real

I walk an awful fine line
I do it all the time
I can’t keep writhing in your skin

Got a sticky past
Try to leave it all behind but I
Don’t know

I aint wrote a bar in like 3 years this off my tape line n****a i’m speaking facts
I can’t be driving cars off the drink last time man I was doing

inside
Stole my heart where its at i cant find 
Goin for mine cant rewind, got no time
No more lying, you crossed the line (look)

Back to what you know

miles apart
Family reunion
5000 characters apart
Our feelings muted
One last time sat at his bed
He was looking into my eyes and palm lines in my hands
I

Now everybody’s hurt
And nobody deserved
A sentimental war
So sweep the remaining bones away

I cut the string
So now I can’t swing
And gone is the fear

films, I'm scared of my own life
(terror)
She's on her knees she say she dont want wife
those eyes,
Cut me open like home knife, low life
Got no love, I

and cut it twise
Inspiration came running when the drum hit it so nice
I dont swing that way but this type of shit I sodomise
We gon make the levels great,

Checkmate I was making moves in my head til my neck breaks
Imma make sure it reflects on my neck plates
I was in the cut right here like Gillette

Hot wire hanging from a fine line inmy terror 22s
If I coulda dialed your seven
woulda felt like heaven, woulda died for you

I needed
Something

lame, cut a bitch off bout my respect
After I put that dick up in you, I ain't even worried bout the next
She be on that toxic shit, I fuck ha good when

Miami ventures by myself got offered grams in the cut
Gripping my pokey that I slipped on my belt
Needed some shut eye
Was tiresome with folks that I

You see, my ambition is kinda different
Even in June, the kid, she ain't never missin', uh
Stay in line and mind your business
They get confused by

Thought this track would be abandoned
I ain't finna let that slide
Thrash my fuckin face
Undo my grace and then I write a line

If I'm talkin shit
About

talking is Cheap
 action  
punching lines like Mohammed ally 
spiting fax through My beats anhhh like what 
martin Luther king bad man cannot lie got no