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plenty of time to rhyme for free
No fee
You just gotta pay attention
You just gotta pay attention

I'm stuck in a daze & there ain't no running away
So

running it up
This ain't no love stop fucking with us

I started to rhyme rhyme
I bet on my life line
I wanted to shine bright
In all of my lifetime
If this

Couldn't stand up to atoms
Half the globe had to travel
Feels like so I could find you
Now if you run away I'm
Running off right behind you
That's just

the race
From the states, yeah
Running from the fate, I dont wanna wait
Show up every week cause I gotta run away
And a y'all better move better get out my

wouldn't be running away. I should've been more cunning, but years of dumming created numbing today. I set the trap and I was surrounded like that. What

Hating on my hits, when niggas don't even got one
You running up then I'm a flock some
My lil niggas wanna drop some till the fucking cops come
Tom Cruise,

such a blunder
Whether it be happiness or fear
I loved it more than life is here
Cause now I'm fucking running
They screaming something at me
But I just

Some trying to reach millions 
Bro I'm trying to reach billions 
But I'll stop at one 
That's the goal 
Hear to snare base keep drum
Flow never basic

get paid, speak how I feel
I wake up, murder, death, kill

Stop me by the ATM
I'm about to withdraw five thousand
Little nigga never seen five thousand

bitch, get your get back
Road running to that bag, getting to them blue strips
If you ain't talk about money, I don't hear shit
If you on that front line,

never prevail
I can't post too often
I'm posted by the wall, a poster child
For being the person who 'posed to be vocal
And hold a smile
Time to drop

It almost feels like this is kind of
My happy ending i think at some
Point, everyone comes to the realization that
They're running out of time so
Me

First of all, platinum, five months
Holla you know I go away for two months
 and the
Riff raff come back with this bullshit
Man this what
Y’all come

yeah yeah

I'm afraid of nothing, but not in the way you think
I'm afraid of writing a book and then running out of ink
See I got a lot of options
Not

days
You try to manage through
But it keep storming away
You want to find hope
But does it drifts away
Just hold your head high
It going to be okay
Storm

running from issues
The problems
I don’t know
How to stop
My God
Fam oh man
This be just so sad
Why can’t you be glad and
Finally go back
Recall the times

to corral by the stripper pole
All your girls cheatin told my homies betta get your hoes
We play all the same shit change the DJ
All the bouncers gay so I'm

soul
And I'm lost in the world, I've been running round the globe
It's a mad ting, a mad feeling tingling my brain
But I really got to stop blaming it

hobos and vagabonds searching on the cusp of hunger
No sun, only lightning and thunder
I've seen buses speed away even though they see people running
I've

a cop stops me i had too nice of a ride 
Then he tries to take me in for a DUI
He thought he had a brother then he got my reply
As I peeled off and yelled

and take her life away
She's feeling hopeless and down by side of bed
And then he takes his hand and places it beside her head
He tries to hold her while but

the pack land at bae's
Accurate aim hit you in the face 
From a corner top miles away
When it's the money no time to play 
Never broke again and I look like

Aw man, know I had to hit 'em with a part three real quick
Let me talk to 'em

I started writing this shit during deep contemplation
Inspired by my

fate
So I'm baked like a cake
And I'm chillin' by a lake
I'm awake, I'ma rake
In these bills for heaven's sake
I'ma shake up your thoughts like a pair