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the fame
AR Gamers putting you to shame
Time to spectate from the nosebleed seats
Mancake and Drift back on the streets
About to regulate, let me demonstrate

wanna make it big
We the fast life, living on the road, just chase the break
I'm making out the trench for all my dawgs among the den
And I'm a chrome

at my peak  all you lame
Hometown hero's with weak ass followings
Meet a black Colonist, slaughter rappers crossed the Atlantic
Dc over to them communist

the opps that day
Aint shit slick or slidin I think im color blind
Now all I see is red
Shooting 3 but it ain't shit up on the board
I guess yo ass ain't

I'm feeling righteous
I feel like dying
I feel like hiding
But I'm still running
I miss your iris
And time went right by us
When I kiss your eyelids

Grandma was born In the land of magic
Benin, if you didn't know about it
Her smile turned every guy into an addict
In this village by the sea
She was

shit kinda big
No, I don't know who he is
He talk down on my name, he a motherfuckin' bitch
Put you down on some game, no, I never could snitch
I stayed

Bitch you all in my business
Fuck niggas
Tell me about Some Paper
Some say im ladylike
Some say im rude
Bitch call me
Big mood
Like a Throw away
Bitch you

Now we in the summer, up by three, I know he keeping track

Fa Fa Fa, niggas dying, we ain't playing about them bodies
Niggas capping and they raps, but

that drill
I feel surrounded by fakes and phonies
I don't wanna hear your shit
Stay out my way and please don't phone me You're not my mate and I'm not

We talking about me
Ima superstar G
Who got the real record deal
I do, I got them skills
Watch me grind to the top
Watch me shine at the top
Ima do it

thinkin' about it
I don't know, I doubt it
Subterranean by design
I wonder what I would find
If I met you, let my eyes caress you
Until I meet

bitches make me sick they make me wanna throw up
Don't ever talk about me in that group chat I got hoes in there
Lil shawty really got a big mouth I can't

Im all by myself like a pronoun
If you make a wrong move it's gone go down
See I'm up she wanna fuck on the low now
See I'm up she wanna fuck

but I get mail 
Like Mr. Thurman, three rough like I'm German

Catching all this bread, they gon' call him Michael Irvin
It's crazy, tipping so I get

The man

Halloween movies I watch them in the dark
As I ignore the broken switch
And pretend the lights are off by my own choice
Trying not to think about

that no one's killed
Bought the neighborhoods and gangsters out
A country nigga did it, that's something to think about
Still scraping the ground and low

me a problem
I'm being honest
What's with the rappers that's looking for drama
Do It for hobbies
All about parties
Looking for beef like they eating

Still my record on the bathroom scale just ticked up a smidge
The flatland where my stomach was has grown a big round ridge
There's nothing here to help

what you like, unless you're gonna fly, fly, Unordinary
time
Mess with my friends and you're gonna get fried, wackytown the goat and we all tryed
Every

I read this book when I was 9
It had a bunch of stories by some really old guy
I read through them all, and I don't know why
But one of them happened

run, King Griffith, I poe two fours  
That's a eight in grape crush call it Big Moe

Only goals was my bottom rows 
Granddad asked if I care if I live

city
So stay ready so you don't have to get ready

I done seen the drive-bys, and I seen the bullets fly
They don't do it for the gram, like them

I need to fall back
Chest hurting from the scrap I did, it's happening, I'm mapping it
I fantasise about my future, lapping round and ashing kusher