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everybody
Open the bottles it's so fun
Like come on bro let's smoke some
Look like a plant
I'm smoking this pot
I don't know what can't is, yeah
Feel like

kneels 

You can't teach creativity 
It comes from within 
Deep down beneath your skin 
Everybody is a sinner so I don't believe in hell 
But I'ma good

the cookies
But the fucking oven been off
Dutchs, phillie blunts
Any that you may come across
I would even hit it raw dog
Reckless as fuck
So be careful when

y'all decided to keep the secrets of all that was involved
A year's gone by and I thought it was all good
Between some so-called friends, man I

catching flights so you out yo feelings right girl you know you young just go live yo life

Hair long with her nails did and she on her shit now remember

no omari hardwick
Everybody wanna come up all that's left is a downfall (they love you)
Same thing that made you great turn into a groundball (they

and every night, I'm on my hungry shit
I can make yo bed rock, this sound like that Young Money shit

Everybody got they own agenda, they on funny shit
Stand

with the same color you bleed
Must be spitting out shit, and time be changing so quick
I stay awake, losing sleep in the city where these young kids

basturd till I'm old and I'm decrepit
And I know I'm dying young I told God that I accept it
But he keeps on sending disasters as a fucking message
Losing

shit better than yo best shit
When it comes to the grind
I gotta fetish
Tryna bring everybody up with me
Last thing on my mind
Is some shit I can flex

of people to turn a lover into a cynic
Life's got ups and downs like jacket zippers
Everybody on my side got the hate like a bad petition
Trusting didn't come

When I was a young
And my granny had to spank me
Oh, I mean discipline me
Afterwards she'd say
Come on, let's eat some Ice cream
Yeah
My granny, she was

weak
You been through a lot that's why you don't think like a kid
Some people are gonna tell us we're to young to know this shit
We start learning by

the father figure
Now the son astray
Teachers are tackled
By the kids that wanna play
Now that boy growing up
And go do the same
Everybody say they want sum

gonna snake each other
Sleep in cells and get ate by rats
Yeah I got friends that I class as brothers
I dream about sending a lambo
Big fat chain, Rolex

Send it through I kill it
Guarantee they gotta listen once and then they wheel it
Spin it Hit it
I'm popping spinach
Guarantee that whenever I come

He's so young, lost in his brain he just wanna win
I am a party kid, they know I get crazy and turnt with my friends
I feel like Sid, 'Cause I got

your bitch why the fuck would you chase her, ya

Sheesh

I go by the don for a reason
Im finna ball out for the season
Gang at the table we all gon' be

music for the industry
When yeen' got shit, you better sell it by the ten a g
When it come down to it I'm a pop em, if it's him or me
They don't fight

bread to the truest
Savy, Young Más got the blueprint
Eyes covered by Oaks with the blue tint
Tryna own my own life Ion do rent
Sacrifice everyday ion do

yourself
When that check come in and you ain't got a lot of help
From your mom or your pops, fending for myself
But it feels so good trying to make my own

the basement, pump up the bass in
Try to steal my weed
I'll stomp your face in
Complications in the life of a rhymer
Puffing on my doobie spliff like a young

thought that I should let you know
It's a drive-by
Everybody down
I'm just playing now put the fuckin Money in the bag
Don't be a hero and make the Young

Everybody wanna know what I claim
Riggs Park, Baby Ghetto Same thing
Where you at? with the bitches Up At barcode
Pick em up and stuff they ass in by