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seein' me at my weakest times
I'll be in line eventually, need some patience when we be combine
Phil's a daddy and Miggy's makin' the city his
Damn, we

I need you by my side
You're all I need from life
I need you by my side
Don't you ever leave
Don't you ever leave
Tryna get to you
Not fictional, but

my God aint a joke
He never breakin His covenant I got some angels around me they watchin my back
I been covered by the blood so i'll never be trippin

rich, so I'm droppin' this album, I walk in the room and Lil Murda be crowded
By bitches and phonies and goofies and stolies, I know what I'm doin', get

goin' for a spin (Skrt)
Virtual love, we FaceTime, that's 'bout every day (Yeah)
Gettin' head while I drive, loosen up my road rage (Skrt, skrt)
Loosen up

of dog is that I asked as I walked by
A sleepin' one he said with mischief in his eye
Why don't you grab a drink and set a spell if you got some time

this song
So you best hush yo lip, or I'm uppin' the pole
Get sent on a trip, man I'm gettin' you gone
Realizing, and fantasizing all my dreams

one stupid thing can make millions hurt and broke
Everybody needs a little pain to learn and grow
But not every wound heals might need some stitches

fax
Imma keep hustlin', Das fax
In the end imma win, Das fax
I gotta act like a king, Das fax
Das fax
Das fax
Hi
I like to get high
It helps me get by

I hit a opp at point range and I got his family shook
Ain't no stop by's when we pulling up I fried his Bentley truck
All these niggas want the smoke

got is the rope
JustApollo gettin follow like the great white hope
I get a line on it i put some time on it
I kno they feel me when i rhyme i put that

going through some shit so I slide by myself down bad feeling like 
I'm crying for help and you can't do shit for me so just get out my way

I was

Put a spirit in a song
Got them feeling it in the soul
Got my niggaz, Keep on rollin
(Rollin rollin)
Fancy car, fancy chick
Got some niggaz on a beef

still be rich by 70
If they let me into the industry ima play dirty this ring ain't for purity
Me and my niggas and all my security
Had to get rich just

I'm talkin hoes like bitches
And you know hoes get expose like snitches
I told D i want em frozed by Christmas
25 on his head he ain't even worth 50

Lost all of my passion, I'm gettin' psychotic
My life is a comedy
Man, I feel like being inside in a bad sitcom
Can't even think properly
I wonder why

I'm straight out the hood
By my vibe and diemina
Bad Lil bih you should seen her
She got a body she built like seiliana
She call me young Krispy

a breeze
I try to get in by showin' some love
But then I regret it the feelin' is rough
I see that it's jealousy that I'm above
I see through the holes like

To take out yo brain
No 1 on 1
But my Glock got extention
Like curry was wit it
We doing filays
He did some dirt
By the way he was livin
Too late to forget

at the big loft
Go sit in the Car hoe you got a big mouf
Grab her by the head yeah she got a big mouf got her smelling
Like a whole pound when she get out
Pick

up I surely got a gun 
Hold up I'm just trying to have fun 
I just want a little fame 
And some motherfucking recognition on my name 
But this game

of a homicide
It's dedicated to the pain that can last
Haunted by the image of a ghost from the past
Then the silence all around me gets louder everyday
Weight

Late night windows down Frankie Ocean blastin'
So high off of doubt I'm in my head too often
But somehow I'm gettin' by with bullshit and nonsense

and ima face it
Gotta get it by my lonely
I can’t never get complacent
So baby what yo mind on
I been on my own and I been smoking strong
Geeking off exotic