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to have fun and take over the afterlife
When this is all done
You stay by my side, treat me right, you'll be number one
I see the sun, used to always be
if they
Bury me in Dixie
Well, lay me by my daddy
And my grandpa just the same
I want every headstone next to me
To read my last name
But take
survive staying on my grind
I shine time after time the New York Times
Not about gangs but will throw up some gang signs
High as a kite what I used to be
over It's my new beginning
Need some closure
Want a new beamer and a rover Pull up in a spur like the Rosie Told her I'm the one I was chosen
Standing by
life, put me in stress
I'll turn that shit around and put you in cardiac arrest
I'm staying bless you fucking pigeon
By myself that is my decision
Only
mind counting them digits
I hit a lick then I’m back home by dinner
No I don’t wrestle
I still hit my finisher
Ya da boy Mastered
Flipping that P
Now my
I'm a hero in my home town baby
Stop talking just go down baby
Long knife by the spinal built like a rhino
Push the 6-35 to the finals
Pearl white like
all in our zone
It's a new me I never seen before yeah
And I can't control myself
Got me acting paranoid
For your love I'm changing up my ways
Ain't no
Skrt off in a McLaren, uh (McLaren, uh)
All these bitches staring, uh (Staring, uh)
Feel like my life's a movie, uh (Movie, uh)
All this shit's new
Bratt! Cah-cah-cah-cah!
Mask on face, Glock in hand
I was in and out of homes like the Orkin Man
Never listen to my parents like an orphan man
Strong
laid in the bed
Never really knew what to say
And i don't remember what i said
Things are different now
Things are different now
Got a new hole in my
I hate being alone
Drinking alone
No one at home
I feel all on my own
All by myself
Ran out of help
I am living in hell
Feel all the pain that I've
duh
Da da da da da da duh
Leavin' home on a Greyhound bus
Cast out by the ones he loves
A victim of these gay days it seems
Da da da da da da
duh
Da da da da da da duh
Leavin' home on a Greyhound bus
Cast out by the ones he loves
A victim of these gay days it seems
Da da da da da da
said there must be a mistake
how can my son not be straight
after all I've said and done for him
Leavin' home on a Greyhound bus
cast out by the ones he
for the choice
Hurry home, said my love, hurry home to the stars
Start a new generation with the freedom that's ours
My friend said bear me
On my way home from the school playground
A few blocks away from where they spray rounds
Payed it no mind, I'm just tryna see my greyhound
Mom's shop
swear I hear you call my name (call my name)
There's nothing right
I'm stuck here while you're miles away (miles away)
In New York raining (New York
chest as Much as I wish
I'll get what I get
I'm directed and help direct
And I'm cursed and I'm blessed by my moon in Pisces to feel it all
It's a defense
keep in a jar in the front seat of my car
On my way, on my way to a brand new starts
I will, run these roads until these roads don't need to be run
I
believe in something greater than yourself
If you all up in the club by yourself
And you did it all by yourself, now
If you my enemies
I ain't fuckin wit
soldier shit
Keep on servin' 'em, 'cause you know we do work
Mashin'' in my Chevy down the streets of New York, they feel me
I smooth grip, and hit up
to build lofts in it
Go through a lot for lot, as long as a cars in it
The frauds winnin', we make it by bein' authentic
Swag like chicken nuggets I got
take me back
Got my backpack and raps and I'm facing crap
Want you by my side, just so you can hold me down
The realist girl that I'll find
In this awful
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