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never had this life
So be okay with being gratified
But never satisfied
Stay distracted by the greed of your appetite
And never sleep 'cause you dream

you're the only one I need
And I'm Tryna get with Ya, girl I'm in a miles reach

And tell me girl where did u go?
When you're driving down the road; look

he got no reach
Gotta make ends meet working on my skill,
Working year by year
Now I'm in too deep gotta plant my seed
Forgot a plan B, let me birth

come to me with no static
Better train your hoe like a dragon
Or you might just get burned if not by her then me and thats tragic
I ain't playing these

NcH
You ain't really bout that life 
NcH
You ain't really bout that life
NcH
Look, every time they chirp me I be working
That's for certain
But my come

patek on my wrist
Yea
With a baddie
Chillin in the O
That's the 614
Bad bitch ridin with me
Got coke in her nose
We in the 212
Came from the 614
Niggas

just focused on me
Tryna raise my energy
In tuned with my higher being
I'm just
In tuned with my higher power
Ain't getting drained by you leech sour

homie
Nine times out of ten, I'm by myself, I ain't finna act for homie
Yeah, 300 hot and fully loaded, Fuck wrong, make me Blackout on em
Fuck wrong,

I used to be nasty at rappin'? Never mind it's still true
I remember when we used to battle in the lunchroom
Consumed by this hip hop and the blunt

that one day I'll be free
But right now it's unreal
The peace that You're giving me

You're helping me see
All your goodness and grace
And what all I can

when I pass on by
I'm a B-E T, and a Southwest thug
Beat down the block, and banging on dubs
Scrubs, back back give me fifty
Cause wanna be thugs, don't

beside where the kush at
My aunt prolly ask where the hell the books at
This laptop like a lottery ticket
I'd die before anybody stop me with it
Try

Let's be honest, you love the drama
You love slamming doors
Causing arguments over nothing
And dragging me with your mama
You love when I get started

Don't temp me babygirl
I'm finna faint
So run that one by me again
Awh Awh
I'm tired of feeling pain
I love it when you say my name
To loose you now would

one
Fool me twice strike three
First time, shame on you
Second time, shame on me
38 in the Garden
Lin might be my name
On the court and on the verse
I'm

can't hear me
Only God judges my other half with him as my witness
Running laps in this bitch while you sit
That's what I call fitness You're my sickness

misuse it might be
aim & miss you unlikely
my freestyles are so pricey
any issues, Find me
birthed these mutes like i'm Kylie
war with them like i'm Kylie

to call up Jake Bub and ask him
"Where my troops at?"
Tex is getting hit up by homies that spit with Kendrick Lamar
And you're really gonna ask me
Where my

said I'll be nothing
That no one would see
But now I'm just a nothing
With a college degree

People may change for no reason
Maybe hurt and we bleeding

Niggas be plotting on me
But I move off the block like I’m playing some Tetris (Tetris)
I had to run it up fast
I get to the money go look at the metrics

love
Though it was junk I'd wanna part with
Now I really wanna hit that trunk
It's full of junk that was discarded

You know that I'll be around
We will

Patricide: the killing of ones father, a song that cries to heaven.... but don’t be afraid

I hope the next time I see your face is when Im fucking

lungs up with all this smoke
Have this feeling that I've never known
But I'm destined to be the fucking GOAT
Honey vanilla latte
Warming my heart
I've

away from a million endorsements
I been on chill but really I'm scorching
On my way to the Forbes list
Uh, everyone I went to school with
Hit me now like