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a storm, huh? Forgetting my heart
Nobody forced it, but still we are wrong
Falling in towards lust and still give a fuck

Pills that I'm on, is this for real

to lose I started winnin

Love the feelin got me grinnin (learned my lesson)

Self conscious bout everything det shit finna come to a halt 

I’m not

up at the show
Asking me why I don't toe to toe
That's not my style I just let it go
I know my paper right
So if they see the light
Imma get paid oh

But fate no one knows where the ways
Yet to be seen by mortal eyes is what I create

You’re blowing like the wind 
We’re lovers but not friends 
You got

everyone had fun
And let go of their inhibitions, yeah
But I still see my friend Ben
And I hear stories of Dan
But everything's consumed
By the internet now

of their inhibitions
But I still see my friend Ben
And I hear stories of Dan
But everything's consumed
By the internet now

Since I was young
The streets

the old are misleading
It is large, it is loud, it is everything but patient
Is the battle that we fight just a clash of generations?

Agony - conspiracy -

motivated
I been leading by example and I demonstrated
Told my woman follow me I'm not a dictator
But I wanna lead the way and that's how I cater
I don't have

Let me flee from gold, it won't make my mind
Organic life is real and magic, that's what I believe
What seems so simple is much more for me

Zero true

golden ticket to go far

Influencer is not my goal
I'd rather sing and be unknown
Through metamorphosis, I've grown
I've turned my metal into gold

Whosoever is born of God does not commit sin
For his seed remaineth in him
And he cannot sin, because he is born of God

Buck! Yo-a griselda by

train of thought
Came with the goal to get the gold
Now I'm on the podium and It's set in stone
Forgotten everything that I've been told
Don't have

Everything is on fire
And I'm feeling the heat
Now she's saying goodbye
What the fuck!
See that lonely grave go take a picture of the slate
Where I'll be lying

Boy
I came for the Money
Put everything in the bag Boy
You chasing the honey
Dew whatever for some ass Boy
I ain't listening to ya bars
That shit trash

everything I want to have
Wife credentials, figure made by the creator
Girl I promise that I
Won't run away but
I need to ask if
You'll have my back
If my

Letting it be known that ass is mine 
HAH
It's hot and sweaty sex 
Love it when I'm on top 
She want to see me flex 
Palms sweaty and I got her extra wet

that shit get touched by me
And this ain't just a story of some rags turned to riches, nah
This is motivation to anybody tryna' get it
Got my heavy

all your losses
Cuz Ws
Ws
Is all that I see
I can't fuck with
No petty bitch
That wants my green
Money making me hungry
So I put some on my teeth
Gold

at the mall wit em
Ugh
She don't know what love is but got an idea
She won't give that pussy up unless you buy gear
Louboutin's not Nike Airs
And if it ain't

Beat by global static

It's more just a feeling when a rise
It's more than the smoke that lower your eyes
You find something your good at
Then

a gold mind 
Fake life fuo no flash out 
See them like a spare part 
Is funny how some people paint me black 
No tangible reason Yh s’il vous plait
Fi na

to pay the fee 

I’m Sitting by the ocean talking life and what it means 

This is not a drill I’m sounding the alarm 

I need my Potta gold but I ain’t

around the room
Failing is fruitful
So long as we do not forget to move

We are wandering through the wild
We are wondering if and when we’ll reach

like the taste
Is it the harmonies or 808s
Before you eat better say you grace
And finish everything that's on your plate
Up on the totem pole
Bitch we