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I'm getting nervous when you're round 
But stand my ground and even tho we ain't allowed 
I'm Throwing parties by myself yeah 
RSVP It's BYOB 
You

what, are you for real
Bitch you shoot to make em' fall I shoot to kill
You not really doing numbers let's be real
There's two sides to every story like

the top, where's the ceiling?
Doing laps 'round your block
When we find you, go missing
Buddy knows that's what happen when you do all the dissing
We smoke

Okay I wake up and I po up til I throw up
Ain't no hol up
If yo bitch still here at 6 AM
I gotta wake yo hoe up
Kicc her out
Shower and roll up
Hit

wasn't right
Now i see clear what is important for me in my life
have a good health, food on the fridge and you by my side

waiting the weekend to get

to a month ago I was
In the New Era office
And they let me take what I like imagine that
I guess things do change
Couldn't afford family holidays
Growing up,

man fuck border patrol 
Tryna wipe out all my people
And they claim that we be equal
All this hated fucking evil
Tell me? What am I supposed to do?
Kick

Drake


They don't wanna see me charged up one hundred
Doing up numbers, more than anyone else in my town
Ask about me my name gets about
Ask about me

wanna be distracted by them red high heels (yeah)
Hit the scene, boom, chit-chat's getting real
I'm starting to think they only believe in me when I

supposed to come after me
I am a bishop
I'm ducking these feeling like Dishes by moving diagonally
I feel like a king
Cause I shit on these peasents by

tears & poured out my beers
But don't ever get it confused about who I am & what I been bout
Either I'm in the studio, paper chasing or I'm en route
Never

Hudson
These niggas bars be shakey
Damn, I really am chosen
Shutting down the club, people outside like
What's all the commotion
Said this shit before, I

wine, Sutter Home in your cup
First last, last first, that's whats up

Sweet 16, to 16 Candles
21 bars I just handled
Breakfast Club, on histories mantle

can play by ear just listen to me ma'am 
Like cocaine the club is a hell of a drug
Ya boy feeling bug I ain't wanting to leave
No cap all facts no

anyway
What the hell I am I supposed to do with the feeling that you're giving me right now
When you tell me you've dreaming about me hate the way you're

fortress
Imma turn anything i'm given into more of it
Who said what where they go
My hunnid's blue like faygo
I see too many opps round
This about to turn

'm a good man, I've paid all my dues
I've given all I've got
Why am I still being used
It don't pay by towing the line
I can see why some choose a living

going bazerk
Hold ya homie tight might be his last day on earth
I thank god for what he did throughout my life
Could of been dead or in chains doing 2

did you expect
now what what what what what is he doing with
the shotgun he looks like he has one like a really
big one he looks like he has one

of what he made me
I know I'm doing well cause out there they wanna slay me
But still I ain't moving around with caution
Cause trying to touch the kid

a drink and hope it goes away
Cut out carbs and you will be happy
Does anybody know what they're doing? 
Not me

Waiting round to feel an upswing
Am I low

those stonks, boy
But you ain't ever gonna live
Up to a Gonk Droid

-Are you proud of us? -I am so proud
-Are you happy we did this?
-Yes, what we did,

Walking ‘round the city at one or two a.m.
Started off as strangers, now we’re laughing like we’re friends
I don’t know what we are yet, and I don’t

hugger ever felt like they were doing zactly what enough is
me and drippy pole entangled in some brutal dioecious wreckage but alive and blooming