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Late at night when my pen gon bleed
I look around what a friend gon need
A friend with weed is a friend in deed
We pick those sticks and we blend

different buck the trend
Straight thru the bend
Everyones friend like no one is irrelevant
Positivity you can smell of it
Smells like weed and sweat then
If

"Lip-O-Wits"
Tell him how I did you real bad on some dumbness
And angh friend that double dare you 'bout Double A
Don't really care about your well being
Not

you get excited everytime I say your nameBut I feel you're tryin' to pull away|Baby by now you should know with me you're safe|There's no reason for

me throw your hands in the air
and let me know you're still out there come on

I keep my patience for the fame and the money
and I wont change when its

you’re actually wrong
Killin’ a colony, constantly callin’ me capable capturing Khan
This acronym’s act of sin spellin’ in “Fuck” four letters followed by

on, till then, I'm killing shit
Still at first you're just a person bad at blending
Then you watch as all your friendships spin from dwindling to ending

Keep fucking around getting nothing done dumb dumb
Stuck in humdrum get stunned by stun gun
Tongue undone
Delivering gifts to the young ones

I can't

When you say I don't love you anymore
My lung searches for air so my tongue is ready to debunk your truth
I call it your truth because it's different

you're far from home
Lost my sight while I was running
Is it you?

In and out 
Blinded by the air
Saying you're not too far away
Turn around

and material
Can I have a life far away from the system
Where the air clean and fillin' in my system
I'm coming up now and praying to the lord
Using up the Pen

friends
And women who went and left me stranded more or less

They gon' try to say that i think we should reconnect
Sorry I don't get good reception where

is to be getting weeded

I guess it's time to go sing Kumbaya
Painting pics of evil circles
Avant-garde,
Like Kseniya Boguslavs... kaya

You tryna burn

You're the motherfucking man to those who surround you
Damn
That hit hard
That something so close to me was tearing me apart
And I was too blinded by my

Fresh
In the flesh
Unimpressed by the rest
On my chest
I confess
Yall could guess
Lots to get
Off it fuck your politics
And fuck your clique
And fuck

a life use your voice as power 
No Chris Tucker but having a rushed hour
All the friends are leaving, Thank them next encounter
At my tiredest moment I put

know you're my girl

In my story we make it to the end
In my story we was more than friends
I'm glad, yes I'm glad
I ain't listen to my friends

If

scales, hissing like a snake
You see, that's exactly why my circle is the way it is now
From private invitation or you're affiliated and enlisted under

meant for this performing
Why

Alright welcome to the album
I realize that maybe I should start by saying I was born may 10, 1999
Just in case you're

Don't let them call you a racist
If you got your black fist up in the air making a statement, to the point you're seen as dangerous
Beyoncé had

Monster love
Mila

Remember first time you saw me ?
From that moment you fall in me 
Daddy, i love you cannot take ur eyes away from me
I only saw

EastSide baby's in this bitch
She said, judging by your lingo I can Tell that you're a Crip
I said fuc the judge and D.A cuz I Never gave a shit
I just blew

suit
Get the air force here I got a bomb look
"Ferlo you're about to blow", that's some old news
Detonator in my hand, no need to hand it to me
In situ I

about problems often and know you're loved by many so taking your life ain't an option
Uh 'Coas

I don't know what to say I don't know what to say I don't