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friend
No one to listen, you think no one gives a shit
You reach for the blade underneath your pillow case
Introduce it to your wrist, then you do figure

shade but it don't have an impact

Now don't go asking for no one on one
You'll never be backed by anyone
Hit the jackpot now that's a home run
Niggas

making more is my pleasure
Team is still run by guys down the core
I'm just having fun I don't feel the pressure
Our school is in section
Never wanted this

the sunrise, 'til our phone die
And we end up laying right there in the street
Yeah, it's not a phase I think we're lovers (Yeah)
And lovers fight and hurt each

to the mangling life that we're living
Where people forgive and forge
We never regret
We solemly swear, to take better care of the ones that we love
But we stick

The chance to relax, be myself and breathe.

I’m never free.”


She said, “Mama worked too hard, and she grew up with abuse.

Still, I don’t think that’s

not my type of guy
I text you, you don't write back
Leaving me on read like you'll be right back
Funny thing you think I'm nice like I won't fight back

the lights on me
I-I-I switch my flow every time they still bitin' me
I keep a Glock so don't worry bout fightin' me
Fuck wit me boy you will fight for your

Don't care what they talking
Yeah I always been hot
Better watch out for your mans he can turn into a opp
Everything all black like Dapper & Ciroc
I know

the pain I retain when i think bout the game
Lord please standby, hear my cry
Too many of my people has unnecessary died
ANC giving t-shirts and bullshit

Or a rat that think he can rewind statements
We talkin' about God's favorites
They don't even want me to win
They Can't Do what I do, so don't speak on what

girlfriend when he right next you
He don't give a fuck ain't nothing there to wear bullet proof
So I don't think he cares if I shoot like Absolute
I'm always

fuck that nigga
Oh my days, what am I feeding my pockets huh? They getting bigger
Be back home by 2AM I'm still outside and sippin' on liquor
Shawty said

Hero Lyrics 
By Lasse Mellberg


This won’t pay your bills
or get you a baby-sitter for the late night shift, I know
Hope you know (yeah! ) you’re my

slidin' in the civic
Got a semi with a scope
I don't care
I'm finna hit
And leave no trace
The case is closed

Ain't no lies now
Choppa gon' hit you by your

Rolling up these backwards for the plane crash, grew another thumbs
Bitch think she finna tell me what to do, I already got a mom
All that nigga need is

or have chains on their feet
And my friends are my friends, but some don't know me well
And for ones that still call just know I wish you well
I'm been

and I roll out Now
So roll with my flick as-well
Back then you used to think I'm Trampy
Now I just roll with a dirty stick
And my mans dodging the pack

her heart I’m playing prevent
Im acting like I care baby that's just pretend
We spoke about sex, uhhh that pretense
Tried to cash in the front seat

milly
Bad bitch put the knock at her titty
Niggas be talkin' on me, I don't care
If I'm runnin' at niggas
I'm givin them fifty (Grrah-grrah, boom)
She

Wound

Casey

Where I Go When I Am Sleeping

levity has always been a wound that needs a dressing

"Since becoming an adult I've tried to think about it less often
But at the tender age of sixteen

me
She split the truck in two she did with her ass cheeks
The driver lay still he didn't make it sadly
I guess I gotta follow ass to Cincinnati
Who

Uh-huh
Uh-huh
You think you had the best of me
I'm sorry darling, I'm only getting started
You're not the last one standing
We gon' do exactly what

You know in life, you should let people know when you've been inspired by them
Yafeelme
Shout out to the mob
R.I.P. Yams
My nigga Donny said he