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ass around lil baby let me see if you got cake
I'm not fucking with that bitch if that lil thing back there is fake
All you niggas do is fuck shit up I

nothing really phase me
Meditate on the track then go crazy
Them excuses got you sounding like a baby 
But never mind that
We killed 5 tracks 
All in one

on the B-side
On the real tip, I'ma tell what I know
That he can save you like a USB drive
He's always present when i need em
And I was lost until he found me
One

who's the setter?
Micromanage me then I'll put you on the stretcher
Checkmate bitch this is chess we don't do checkers it's Ruckus
You know I really want

Thousand hours in this basement downtown 
Tripping over shit lately 
Maybe you don't really understand me baby 
Cause I got these million dollar dreams I've

it flip gymnastic
Erratic and somewhat passive
She's in her second year doing up fashion
You ain't from around here
You ain't from here i can tell by

of the floor
And when you see me heading out tell your girl I said what's up
She knows I got that energy since every day I'm staying up
I ain't a bore
Not no

Memories they flood my mind and drown the ones that's close to me
She keep casting loves spells, think she like controlling me
We can kiss but don't tell I

Changed numbers and block calls
If they ask you why we broke up ?
Just tell them it's my fault
The truth hurts
Writing love songs gives me lock jaw

people takin' pics
You can ask about me, everybody tell you who that is
They say I'm the man, everybody fuckin' with the kid
Niggaz say they want the smoke

I met yo pretty ass Three years ago
I know you probably listening to the shit but I'm really hoping you hear me though
This shit is weird for

I can't even feel shit, bitch I'm not alive
If he try to slide, we gon catch him by surprise
I be getting fried
I can't put that shit down
I'll never

on me my all out by the Benjamins Bitch came home now he right back with me
I beat that murder we right back litty Free that boy Pablo ain't tell on no

waste my time
Fine girl don't you kill my vibe
Fine girl make you show my side
Don't make me loose my mind
So you better tell me what's up what's this

How that's goin', how that's workin' for you

Baby, those eyes don't lie, tell me your truths
Had the world on my shoulders, you're my masseuse
Let's

time
But loving you really takes patients

Think this through (Through)
Tell me what the fuck we gone do
Instagram baddie
Your like mine for a minute

the paper bros Juan, Porter T, and me
I'm talking bout the paper bros Juan, Porter T, and me
I'm talking lotta drink I'm talking lotta weed
We lit just like

of patron
I'm surrounded by my demons they Wont leave me alone
Siempre elevado taking hits from the Bong
Little homies follow suit always Packing them heats

this i was finding my passion at Smith

Passing me by was the time i was telling my niggas I rhyme but I wasn't equipped
Now you can see by the shine

hear when you tell me to relax
Is the kick drum rising
As the beat sets in
And we're ready to begin
I look to new horizons
Ready for a change, ready

still treat me
Like I'm fucking worthless
I tried to push through the pain
And tell myself I'm okay
But at the end of the day
I'm not fine
And it kills me

Now tell me how you feel
I just smoke a L you pop a pill
50 racks I gotta get them bills
You said that I won't do it but I will

Always gotta watch

you're going through it, no one understands. And you got enough on you, you feel like giving in
My granny used to tell me patience was a virtue. But too

do you mean
Put your trust in me yea
Baby I'm the man now
Thumbin through a hundred bands now
Getting money is the plan now
When I'm out I stand out