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letting you decide
Who am I, do I die till I get it right
Friends blowing up my phone
Saying I don't know you
I don't know you
Don't know you anymore

niggas live and dying by the clip
Said they need change call Dunbar if they at ya door can't run far
And I don't rap on smack stage so don't look for no

here for you
Too many reasons to ride or die
Too many ways to put in quality time
I wanna make sure that your mine
It's too many ways
If I had to sum it

out these percentages
I'm in the trenches with twenty thousand
And two apprentices
I'm living testimony
That you can live through these lessons
When you

Ka-Ka-Kato on the Track Bih (Uh)
(Yuh)
I got so many flaws I can't count them all
I got so many flaws cause all I do is ball (Yuh)
I got so many

I can't keep a secret with her scent out in the air
And I know anyone can smell it and I wouldn't even care
Smelling like her hair and it lingers in

the fuck are you on?)
Tired of crying cause i'm unsatisfied
Tired of waking up and feeling like
That I rather die
It's like I'm looking to the sky and
I

the move if you aint really got no game
There's too many people on this earth that's never gonna change
There's too many people that I know that live without

the strap, and then send you to ghosts
You can’t fuck with me
I’m on the grind till my Mama live in luxury 
Yeah, this here is a marathon 
But ain’t nobody

You pressing me just to get a reaction
Then going off, yeah its tragic
F*** all that fake love they give you can have it 
But I give it to her if she

me like a ballon
I'm not from the fisher but I am a fool
I'm a double H nigga you know what it do
I beat the pot till my wrist bruised
You niggas nuts

resemble Ariana Grande
Thank you next, I just want the neck
Know they're listening but don't wanna cut the check
Free Rands Gang, till I fucking die
I

to ride
He told the opps the play I almost lost my life
I'm snapping necks collecting checks smoking fine pine
I can do this by my lonely how bout your side

a hypocrite
I'm starting to get sick of it
I drew the wrong stick again
I drew the short straw
And I got put into the thick of it
But you gone die by the gun if

ass cat
If you want to die, run up on me
Why would I lie, keep a gun up on me
Don't get me wrong, like
Where some 4's, but I'm dropping the 4's
Like pop

about you all the time, all the time
I shouldn't live like you’re the only thing I’m waiting for
But every minute I can taste it makes me crave it more

a petulant act 
I'll show you a growing Jele
This shit right here's for the grown and sexy
You'll live life cah the flow's are deadly
Hoes can't disturb cah I

I let a muthafucka die
Death by porsche
That's okays
Window Pane Gon Tilt in the rain
Distort with the pain
Free flow with the feeling in the veins

much pain, you can never fit these shoes, ayy

So much flame, I can drop him by the twos, ayy
I been slidin' by my lonely, so you know I'm quick to get

locking his shit
Bomb dropping again
Non-stoppin wit it till you all fall off all Finished and you off in a ditch/

I don't even think that I should live

what's mine by bein' myself
I'm a push through the bullshit & stack my wealth
And if you don't like me you don't like yo self
Cuz' I represent you're only

get the last laugh in the end

No room in my circle don't act like my friend
How you hating on me but can't catch you a win or a bag
Yeah you broke

make a song cry
Real energy could never let your soul die
Man i swear i shed half a tear writing this
That pain cut me real deep, I still swam with

Life comes and goes
My enemy shows me everything I own
Could be taken by a second alone
Flying high till my wings get blown
And I get back to where I