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you too
Free mrose soon land on the road I miss you bro hope you hear this tune
Step on my ones or I step with goons
Weed in my lungs only pass to Bruce

If ft Sylk McCloud
Produced By: AYEODIDDAT 
Lyrics Written By: F.A.M.E

Hook (F.A.M.E & Sylk):
All dese voices n my head got me asking questions 
I

the ghetto
I listen to heavy metal
I let all the smoke settle
I worship the fucking devil
You fucking round with the prince's
All our cars covered in dents

We gone go back with this one dawg
Evan what it do, tell your mom I love her
Tell you about my dawgs, little Rascals Man 

We were best friends

Driving miss Daisy
Walking through club with the rounds
Excuse me lil lady
If you ain't talkin bout no cash
No conversation
All the shit I'm gettin
It came

like an opp
Whether it's Dirk or the 40 I'm always protected by my pops
Seen niggas with hoop dreams miss their shot 
Seen niggas on the top hit rock

their agenda insane
We need all that cheddar to reign
Or we cheesed, dead in the brain
Im tryna find my Lois Lane
Been off the lowest plane
You could call

miss me, yeah
The corridor empty, yeah
But before I push daisies, anything
I'ma push pedals on my 7-speed
Many feats, mini victories
I go each by each, I

Oohahhh, yeah
401 West grace days, I miss 'em mad
What hurts the most is we can't get 'em back
Gotta look ahead, leave the past in the past
Shit

Hands are getting cold, I feel it  
Paracetamol will heal it   
Hope it takes me down
Down the rabbit hole, to freedom
Oh, it's in my head 
I'm mad

I feel like a mad titan 
I clench and this glove titans 
I snap and my world lightens 
Wait for it
Weight lifted 
I flex like a weight lifter 
I’m

and just stared  
Blood got up grabbed shawty by her hair 
Blood real calm when he whispered in her ear 
Who tf you fucked want the truth right here 
Shawty

Jackie come here Jackie we miss you

Chorus

how it surface
Fuck this world
I'm sorry if I wasn't enough
To everyone that I know I'ma miss you a lot
In reverse it won't be true
End up in

fuck round miss the opps, then we spin again
Steezo with that Choppa, by his side bitch i'm like Spinabenz
Swervo do no talking, free Big Trouble out

Yea
Said I was done sippin I've been lying like shit
I've been high as a bitch, with that fire by my hip
Cullinan talk this a wide body kit
Got

just a few minutes more 
That's the kinda love of I was made for 

I can't lie tho 
I'm gonna miss you most 
Never gave me a reason to stay I had to go

a handgun
Bust the glock now my hand numb
The way that automatic bang you would think it was a snare drum

Fuck them niggas I can't stand them
I went

I got a red light girl
But not the kind you think
She’s at the corner of the square
Her cup of coffee is full of dreams

I got a red light chick
For

friends
you can pretend
That all good things (have to) come to an end
Like my worst habit, that withdraw and spend
On some more drugs that make me

to the top and claim whats mine
And I ain't even up yet, but I'm in my prime
And I did this shit by, myself
Yeah, hatin ass niggas made cause they see I, excel

Troy
2chains and big
Pistol
2012
We was live........
Everybody was
Tottin missles
I look up ina sky
Hope my loved ones know miss em
Tryna duck reality
I

a be a step without marriage
That's to say it's a miss (not a Mrs)
Divorce court rhyme piece
the irony
I found it by typing please
YouTube have a Chance

the mirror
I don't see myself
All I see's a fucking beast
You don't see how much
I've been destroyed
I fall apart
With no parachute deployed
My heart is broken