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Really, I don't want it 
I'm content with getting 50 plays, I'm on it  
I'm a dumb motherfucker, you can call me failure 
Ugly son-of-a-bitch, should get my

bout what man done 
Can't this hunger ever stop cos now my games catching fire 
Like Zathura cloning me is the only way you get higher 


I'm so big that

of advice, Don't try to fight it
Cause you'll only get it worse
So many syllables when I spit
You thought I had the beat by the neck and
I force fed it words

you said you don't like my style
But that's ok but just make sure you don't touch that dial
And we'll be cool, touch it and you's a fool
Look, I'll get

Dont waste your time or break your heart cuz i dont feel shit
A nigga disrespect me he gon get the steel quick
Its piff gang bitch we rapping bout that

on
In your playlist since the Midnight song
Bitch I been iconic since way back
When I was still goin' by Alec, bitch I been a great act
I got people

trust a thot cause these bitches goin’ you get fruit by the punch cause my shooter Samoan get to the backend I'm getting so mo’ in 
Bought my bitch ass

by the author
Dripping to my feet
Like I took a dip inside the water
Like I took a dip inside the water
From the FLO
I ain't talking bout Miami Florida

Five killas wit me tottin dirty ratchets
It can get ugly
 
[Chorus]
Ahhh
Bloody piano
Blood on my hand when I’m touchin the keys
Ahhh
Blood on my shoe

I'm back on the moon
The planets aligned
We in tune by design
Everyday we gone rise
Every night we gone shine
Like the stars in the sky
Ima make sure

the light 
Genius ain't measured by some school district marks 
Baby go head, show the universe a champion 
The 144000? It can't be them!
Young mastered

get ugly bout gang and my people
I swear about them ima shut some shit down
More like a loner don't fuck with a crowd
Don't care who you is or whoever

some bitches
If they get picked up by the feds, they be some snitches
Cuz' y'all know y'all ain't really even like that
Money on my head, go and up

playboy hit that 3 peat
Just trynna hit the cha cha slide
Close my eyes and then I glide
I'm smoking to get high
I ain't trynna just roll on by
New kicks

I got an issue with the conman running the place
A fucking disgrace, boldface liar, showcase
The last of the breed of racist whites in space
‘Bout

got some specific traits
but you disobey, always misbehave
your technique's really good, but a little late
don't get me wrong, but you're depending

a text or two
Then I looked at the time
Wait what the time is half past two
How did time get this far
How long was I even on Twitter
Now I ain't got enough

can't put it in the net
Eight years ago, bro, put the ball down, Picked the mag up and shoot deep like Steph
Nigga, this shit can get ugly, Fell out deep

THE 1800 BLK LET YOU SEE THE HOOD 
UGLY CONNA NIGGA GET IT UNDERSTOOD 
LAST NAME HENLEY NIGGA WISH YOU WOULD 

SHAWTY WANNA COME TO THE CITY WANNA FUCK WITH

tell stories bout what you heard
Shit's absurd!
Yo, I can't stand by it (I can't)
I'm so in love with this music shit I can't have you up on the track

lectar
If you ain't real can't stand in my sector 
Can't take a joke get sprayed by the heckler
See a bad B on site I detect her
She a lil honey imma taste

me, I’m bound to be the master
The crown a king, then pound his peace, so how does he get blasted
They gown a queen, and mark a treat, so courtesy won’t

and making plays because it ain't no other way
Got charisma in my walk, diamonds in my talk
Ussop with the aim so I never miss my mark
From the clubs

bout it (Bout it)
All these bitches be clouded (Clouded)
Tryin' too hard to get clouted, but
None of these bitches got talent (Huh-yeah)
I don't know