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friends along
Never been the one to hate, yeah
I’m out here by myself, no I ain’t gotta race
If n****s out here talking, I don’t hear a thang
I’m the best

the meaning of being P
I'ma Closed Mouth Playa' that's the meaning to me
Real stand up nigga ten toes never needed no trigga
Striving for 10 figures, low-key

time is really rainin' on me
I've got no cover
The only one who thinks I'm
Handsome is my own mother
The street game is a bitch
And I don't love her
When

doesn't light
Up the dreams of tonight This coming from a little white
Lie I tell the mirror "why try
No one cares if you die, no ones there by your side

And wallet steady heavy but I ain't working no job
Told my ma to give me couple months I buy her all 
Of the things that we dreamed of when she was living

rise and fall with the truth

I've always been friends with the truth
The truth and I normally get along
Then there's this thing called, by Masons,

started spitting barZ I started hunting all your dreams,
That's why you can't sleep and you will never see peace,
A young mind blessed with flow that no one

to the ground
The sound way too loud it is shaking your chest
I will never give less than the best
I am blessed with the clefts, hearing my music I bet you're

ain't arctic
Tell me who colder
For years carried death on my shoulders
Let it go
Lighten the load
Now I carry life
Through my soul
No Pix R
My bro Cash

towers masonic war
I'm like
Pause
And rewind
Throw up the peace sign
You hop in a four by four and your heading to war but these cats are felines meantime

sunshine and beaches
Used to write dumb lines trying to reach clout
Then I got right those hard times left like peace out
Not ignorant they might return
But

appreciated like Scottie, Pippen  
I'm driven by Yachty
Cause ironically I got strong after the broccoli 
I think poverty is paradise like Naughty by Nature

core i was young and restless
I lived in San Francisco
I wrote crappy rhymes over lousy
Instrumentals on my four track
No Pro-tools, couldn't afford that

pop, try and find some peace
I locked in on school to be a better me
Interacted with a crowd first, shooting hoops
I love how they react to things I can

I need a bag today
I'm tryna smoke on some good shit
Pick out the stems and just roll one
Ain't got no time for the bullshit 
I'm in my bag today

a mink coat like, “gee he fly” 
Beast mode, put a cheat code don’t die 
Peace thrown I don’t ever see no signs
He don’t really wanna no see that side

on my ass while I knew I could get it
For this music I swear was made
Steady grindin on the daily
Independent ain't no label gon pay me
Yeah
I

I gotta get it how I live that's how life is
Try enjoy life cause this the only one you get
Man I learned that from a G may he rest in peace
Damn

realizing it don't matter if I wait
I wanna make the kind of music where
If there's pain in your heart you could learn how to use it there
Wanna speak out

need some closure
Heard you made away with half a billions for your soul
Now you a lost soul, I promise you can never find no peace with a soul
You could

birthed em
Why can't we keep the peace
They Warring against police for killin homie
Feel it
How can you know my pain
Hope they don't slander my name
I be

no sinner, I wrote the lyrics, he produced it
My flow too sick, dreaming lucid but to me my life is music
See the truth is if the shoe fits wear it

And yell for peace whenever I make war
Catch a fade bitch
I ain't playing
Ain't got no patience
Now make me famous
Kill you so quick it be painless
So quit

Ain't no way, I'm feelin' down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't no way, I'm feelin' down
Would get nothin' if I frown
Came from one divided by nine
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