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Til we die

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Strive
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Til we die

Why you offer me advice
You don't even take your own
Why you pick apart my life
Ain't

just mad I don't get high with you
I'm that kind of dude To go get high with all your friends
Bad lil' bitty with the bands Several cities till we land

topic of your conversation
I don't have to be the only subject of your observation
And I'm sure as heaven sick of this toxic association
Sure I know I

went to pet a cat and now my nose is very runny
Yeah I’m feeling rich as fuck but I don’t have a lot of money
Working for my biopic y’all care about your

I could see 
I'm the dream machine 
Make you clean your parts like preen 
You will not talk shit on me 
Completely disregard what I say, you'll pay

the art of snipin' aliens with a blaster
You can muster wonders if you put your heart in it
That's exactly what these cats are lackin', only half with it

This beat here dinner
L I  representer
Long Money bread winner
Paper like I'm a printer
That's your girl in a sprinter 
Give her something

to really cope
So i rock by my lonely
Jealousy turning all my friends into foes
Vvs's round my neck wrist an bezel
Got yo hoe trained to go
Pulled up

jumpin

Don't come with your bitch or her friend with the fatty
Cause we gon' be in that bitch fuckin
Keep a gun with a dick, now it's bustin
Back in

is a furtive friend indeed

You can only find the key
Of fortune in yourself

I'm tired, would you take me home
Where I can rest in your arms
I don't

make sense
Ask why I'm so tense?
I'm in the belly of the beast
Knee deep in the trench
Get killed by ya friends
Ain't hard to comprehend
Make a nigga

Stay Happy There

La Dispute

Rooms of the House

2014

the instant replay on only every good day
Would any of it catch you by surprise?

When you say, "something is missing now"
That's what came back to me

try to shut me up, spit my soul thru the wire
6 shots by my side, if you da opps, then ima utilize
You got shooters right? Donʼt know if thatʼs true

I'm coming at these angles
Pull up with the beam like I'm outta los santos
Know we looking clean. Fresh Tee and the pants rolled

I might get high by

And the beautiful bold

You're my Lord
You're my Lord

Uh
Only God can judge me
Then again
How's that
When my image is him
Born in sin
Destined not to win
But going

You dictate the way I look and play
You stand tall but only out of fear
My Heart is stuck beneath the surface
I’m just a pawn to serve your purpose

Twerk Twerk
Royalty on the beat

Run it back with my friends

Pull up brinx truck with the bands
Duffel bag got a hundred grand
You know I make that money

and get me a bag

You won't ever send me post cash
Won't en' post a bag in close friends
Only take one view to get back doored
And it fuck around be your

and wake me from my sleeping. 
Think this one’s a keeper. 
Still hit and get amnesia.  
I’m only in love with the reefer. 
I’m gonna need a blunt

we’re not friends I don’t play in a team
Yeah I’m high as fuck
She’s down for a Pillow talk
Yeah she knows I just can’t give up
living so fast I been

Hit it for the ins, sicker than her friends
She was bingo betting
Now she's wetting her depends
Deeper than the water, and beat
It when I slaughter
Only

would it end

The moon I see oh the moon I fell
How many nights we spent together
You are my life my most trusted friend
I am only what you have made me

the booth when I'm rhyming
Illusive illusions confusing your minds when I
Poof
Into smoke like a sleuth in disguise, friend
I'm lucid in music, the new shit

Satisfied with yourself
Are you gladly
Gliding by with some help

Trust in family and friends
Collective conscious wealth
Are you tripping in the matrix