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stressing me out, that’s the end of discussion
They tell me I’m nothing, I swear I’ll be something
The one they’ll be loving is who I am becoming
Toxic then

at someone else
There's space
The embodiment of nothing
These misdirected constructs
Stink with rancid haste
I like the taste, I like the taste
Did I just hear

this shit tucked away
These rappers they love to talk shit, I wish they had something to say
3 AM up writing shit
My son asleep, you ain't nice as this

Aye Slick, let me tell you something hood
Let me holla at you, listen
Let me tell you something hood
My dawg acting funny, I don't really think I

wasn't shooting with me in the gym 
I was Dewayne in Above the Rim 
I had a bleacher full of nothing but haters and this is for each and everyone of them

Lately I got so much on my plate
Cruising thru the city
Stay up late
Breaking all the rules I mean I’m
Something close to nothing baby
This is all I know
I

hate but I stay cool
I'm feelin the need for Styrofoam times two
If need be then I'm arriving with my crew
A South-side thoroughbred animal
I'm in

sitting and doing
Nothing with this nonsense
I will take chance
Everyone can make a change
Either you do it your way
As long as it brings something

It's something like
You damn near get me high, and I don't even smoke
Attracted to you probably cause your vibe is dope
Feels like I've known you all

Welcome to the south baby
It's just something bout this breeze 
Good weed and my. Nigga 
Scammer on dice 
Coolin city just missed us 
Boo ster pulling up

holding on

I'm still holding on!

And I've been looking south where the 110 meets the 405
And there is nothing that I want more but to leave this place

No lotto my freshness is on auto I bet you you mad
No Adrian Bronner (you mad?) 
Cop a fit like a bitch but how could I be mad
She going down south RIP

take nothing
Draco gone spray something

I keep on grabbing dem bags
Put em up n da safe house
O.G. Gelato my Gas
Drip drip peep my swag
Put da 100s in

trickery and endless stunts

And winds blow south and time comes around
While something timeless casually is found
Bringing beginning back to being born

18
to break her hymen

dumb ass hooker
ain't nothing but a dyke
suddenly i see
some crackers that i don't like
skin head crackers
swastikas ain't shit

But that one song is way to long

For this car ride 
Can you pick something nice
I don't know what I want
Queue something on my Spotify Premium

I don't

went south so fast
Instead of telling the whole story
My parts were skipped right past
So I'm here to shed some light
On the other half of things 
I'm

a sudden I came in with nothing
Bottom of Texas the tank
Long way from moving them buckets
I can't do the frontin
Bitch better run me my money
My nigga turn

pray, then we take a step of faith
Maybe I can sing my change
Maybe you paint their names
Maybe you can cash your change
Nothing we do is in vain
Keep

looking like Obamas (FUT)

My residence is something that they never knew (nah)
Dope in real life while these other niggas residue (blow)
Flew south bird's

a junkie
Something like an asthma attack
Way a hit be beating your chest in
I could switch it like smith and to wesson
North to the south, then you know

Yeah
There's something about Everything
That's turned me, into a burnout
You just have to fake it, till you make it
And they all say
All say
Burned

Only child
Silver spoon
In my mouth
From the south
Had it get up
From my momma
Couch
Chose a route
Ain't no doubt
Yeah it's loud
Run up in yo house

This distance has made us stay
As the south and north pole away
Eyes close at night to dream
Sometimes you may do scream
If you're afraid of feeling