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the weed just to get another hit, dawg
And I ain't talkin' bout the music, I'm just talkin' bout my mind
Get them keys, find a sample, then you know I'm

There's nothing holy 'bout penury 
Put my pen in fury 
I know a lotta y'all
Try to shossh me (uh)
This not just music 
I'm just tryna amuse 
Your muse

I'm what the industry needs got a whole bunch a rookies
Tryna focus on this music tryna get these bookings
Put on every fucking chain I'll dare you try

a couple books of mystery
I make it banger where you put me that's my expertise
Lotta dreams yet unchecked in to do list with me
Standing tall independent in

I'm coming back with that dark no fuckin with my gang
Aim is sharp like a marksman, i'll put one in your brain
All my brothers got my back, and we

me
Uhh yea yea yea
100 boy yea I know me
My name says it I stay clean
Got music in my gene
I keep it G no wanna be
To my haters we coming
Billboards

It's true, it's gonna get tough
You've got your problem's coming at you in stereo
But, you, you've got the music in you
It will help you get by, no

living
Just another nigga making buff man moves
Use the music as my medicine
I stay connected like a subject and a predicate
I go to campus in designer for

here and let me spank you like your dad
You come with me and ima help you get a bag
You play it right and ima put you in a jag
Ima treat you like a queen

Longer days and lost nights
Know a lot of jokers
Getting lost in the dark night
Its been a long journey
Couple times I done lost sight
Humbled by

you standing by yourself like my home
Isn’t right there in front of my microphone
You. You. You got me. Got me
Always leave me wanting, Wanting

always easy being black in America
But no matter our color
Music connects one another
Like a blood sister or brother.
I know one day, it’s gone come a time

Yeah yeah
It's Logan
Look
Uh
Tint all in my windows you can't peek inside
Had the backseat soaking playing slip n slide
I'm not stepping they not

a crime for a boy to be young and rich
I have to say this
Before them go kill another person
Tell am sorry
I put my lyrics down
Create a mark in time
This

on my pack
New to the race and I still aint in last
You look up to me
Kissing my ass
Started to write when I was skipping class
Spark another blunt had

me
It's deeper than music when they try' fuck with my energy
Cause I know everybody is a king in they're fantasy
Or at least I hope so
Cause everybody

along

Jenny Lou playing on the steps
Doesn't know that he's loose yet
A big dinosaur from another age
About to crush her porch in a rage
Run Jenny Lou

THE SAKE OF
NUMBERS GOT YOU DOWN
BUT NOT THE NUMBERS AT THE WEIGH UP
PUT ME IN A BOX
THAT'S NEVER EVER WHAT SHAI DOES
DON'T PLAY PUTTING UP CAKE
WITHOUT

about opinions, wasting all your energy
I don't got the time for it, find another whiny bitch
I'm the king of the hill, my music that propane shit
Messy

back on a rise
It puts a tear in my eye
To know some really love it to the point where they are telling me whenever they do judge it
They compare me

ain't feeling it
Think you want a Birkin, It's a trust fund I want
Think about a summer crib with a lake house by the pond
Yeah I put the hat trick up

exclusive
We all going through some things 
I put it in my music 
You living how you choosing 
The fruit of your labor 
Yeah you getting money 
But how you

sign this dotted line"
I think sons growing up too fast
I blame Father TI'me
He think this a standard blick
I put a switch on they behind
I make music

country is foreign 

Everything stated is some ignorant shit 

I hope your scalped by the natives 

And then left in a ditch 

It’s time to power and enrich