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You know she put it all to the side
You know she put it all to the side, yea yea

As time goes by
The shit gets deeper
The feelings get stronger

the coast)
Now I know I'm never going broke, ay
I just took my mic and I put it in my backpack
Everywhere I go I keep my Mac strapped
Yeah, and I ain't talking

some type of way like I’m angry wit myself
I feel some type of way why I ain’t happy wit my wealth
I feel some type of way n I ain’t get here by my self

action
By seeing it as a challenge, you
Will have converted this negative
Into a positive
Purely by a mental process that will
Result in positive action

all me that's all I got, so I gotta make (this music last)
Look at the time 11:15, asking for links, yea I gotta pass

Don't focus on what's not

like Kendrick, I feel like Lupe
I feel like Tu, I give two what you say
I feel like like Eminem, and that's the truth ay
Full head of hair no need for

chilling, cause I'm on

this music In the trap, by myself, I don't need no shooters
When your face get hot, you can't dive in the cooler
I'll slap a lil'

a freak”
Every time I come over I mess up your sheets
cnd all I ever wanna do is rub your cheeks
She ain't talking music when she says she loves my beats
She

yeah
Play with my money, nigga, you gone end up dead
I'll put this fuckin money on your head
I'll put this money on your head and still kill you myself

night I had a dream that I was writing more songs and performing on stage
Another dream that will soon become reality
I wrote the music in my head last

the reason why you acting like a bitch?
Pussy popping on a pole
What am I doing here? Why do I do's it? I could say it's all about the music
But I'd be lying

Just give me ten then I’m popping up
Know we both popular
Really that’s just how it is
Shawty no stopping us
Know my name popping up when you be talking

YOUNG GUNZ LYRICS

"No Better Love"

[Young Chris + Neef Talking]
Where the ladies
You can feel me
I wanna be your mother, your father
Your brother,

shooting a movie 
Return of the kid that they sent out town 
I got the pen and I'm running back 10 
And my head and eyes centered; not getting outbounds

getting played 

So I just keep my heart, Locked up in a safe

Need to better myself best believe that I'm gon do what it takes

Gotta keep my head high

head 1st bet a 100 g's I don't crash
93 or better in the foreign that's gas
A loud pack in a cigarillo that's gas I'm riding with it bet they won't fine

the scene for a long stretch
Took some time to grow my team made some progress
Then I started time to change, got inspired by the pain
It was time to break

I hop off the boat and pop out in a country that ain't even want us, we hustlers (damn)
Hustled Uncle Sam by being of color and keeping our culture

head I'm thinking everything I did was stupid
But I ain't pussy, fuck allat talking let's get to it
Apologies ain't gone do anybody justice
I shouldn't

was talking wit the homie and he going through it 
I Told him that ain’t real love if they gone put you through it 
And Just remember if you family you

on the couch
Now the boy running wild
Smoking trees by the pound
Dropping this heat
When you talking to me
And you ask for a feat
Every verse is a thou
Sand In

You can act like you don't know who I'm talking bout but ya know
If I catch you in the hood pick you up by the throat 
Send a letter to ya folks says

had nothing to lose 

So I just put it in music like I tatted a bruise 


I want that 90s r and b shit 

Niggas said I wouldn't be shit 

Only time I

shit
Full throttle maneuver the whip
Skirt off and I hop in a jet

Well what do you know bout inclusion
Brodie you talking real stupid
All that bullshit