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But I took what I wanted; I don’t need you for a check.  
My ex is the last time I’ll fail.  
Lessons are the only way I’m accepting Ls.  
Learning

writing this is my domain
One day I'm going to make it and ride on a private plane
I was inspired by 50 cent, Eminem and Lil Wayne
They taught me that I had

paid off what I scribble down
Surrounded by some dangers 
But I'm making my way
Being patient with how long it's been taking

This a world where two

boy who wrote this song

I am the one that should be on top right now

The time is now yeah the time is now

I ain’t gonna stop until I eventually make

actually me this whole time
And Eden isn't even my name, Adam
This whole thing is true, lost my ride or die
So let me drop a song nuke precisely at him

the pain temporary, I can't even remember the last time I picked an obituary, thoughts of the dark in a box in a cemetery, they wanna be brothers writing

Niggas step aside
When I step outside
My big dick pride won't let a bitch knock my grind
The pain inside hardens as the days go by
To avoid feeling

guilt and shame, but I know 
Itu0027ll fade as time goes by 
The hurt comes and goes, but I know you know 
That this ainu0027t my first time 
The days are

Last bitch, I had the ghost, the top was good, but pussy lousy
Basic bitch, I turned her up, her life was weak as fuck without me
Ain't no love, don't

by the TV
Remember days i thought back, this would never be me
But i gotta admit, this shit kinda lit, i’m happy though
I fell in love with a spanish

Running races like I'm on my last lap
Psychologist, I'm a mind hack
Couple words and shorty on my lap
It's a wrap, like a cadence I'm a tap-tap-tap-tap
I'm

The witch is dead! Ding dong!
Move bitch, this my song!

I will never shut up again
I will never shut up again
Brand new day watching dreams come true

caught blocked
Cock blocked
These lil' bitches' actin' soft, got me circled
By the ops I ain't know these lil' fuckers bound to
Blow up on the spot Switch

I said brodie got them call of duty guns might pick a bounty up
Hand my money to a boujee bitch like go head count it up
Pull up put that red dot

with me
I wish I wasn't on my 8th glass of red
I wish I didn't drink everyday
I wish didn't need to get high to live
I wish I could vent and just leave

to fly to be by your side, but I'm not a jet or even a transformer
So let's just fly back down to earth and get a cozy place to embrace one another

bout what it brings but who cares its just a song
You got me stuck in the middle confused by all your riddles
It's hard getting it over you always cared

it out of fear that its the last I'll get a hold of you
You're exactly what I need
The type of person if you told me they exist then I would struggle

State of the Art

Sudden Death

Fatal Accident Zone

it like they used to
There's a couple that I like but I won't say who
Cause by the time this song is done those people might suck
So I'm not gonna

a band that ain't made one song
Radio silence is comin' from you (hello?)
Could'a blew last year, yeah, but I didn't
JPG, I smell good when I'm in it

No matter what I'm paid
No cap man I get plenty stacks
Last year I made a mil but not a penny came from Rap
It's 2020 this the year I get my buzz

The whole scene filled with red and
I'll leave you bleeding and nearly deceased and
Screaming for help
But
Ain't nobody hearing you scream
I'm a despicable

my people can take care and provide
No fakeness against me shall prosper Trips overseas and we're eating red lobster
Goons got a lot of them
But that

peasants
Yeah you all some peasants bruh that's my last bar
The way they cliquing up, what the, it won't go far
Half of us in the beemer tinted reaching for