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CeeVii: 
I don't even know why I wait here.
Like one day something's finally gonna change. 
I wish you all the best but I fear, 
That when you're

possible 

You just gotta believe it

Everything I been rapping about 

U know I mean it

Red or blue 

But first u black 

Don’t ever forget it

If you

four walls

Palm trees, endless coasts
If we don't go now, then we'll never know 
Why would you trade the ocean for the sea?

I've never felt a wind like

I'm good
No one ever understood
But it's okay I swear I'm good
I was posted in the Tahoe breathing smoke in like its air
I was tryna find my soul but it

her back bend
Used to give my heart to these bitches but that was back then
I'm that nigga not a nigga you can leave now
Niggas in they feelings why

Just trying give niggas
Bars like
Turn the music up
Like that
Ain't in competition with y'all
Only the old me
Diamonds dancing on me
My nigga see how

Time to be confident
Look at the top how it's so prominent
Y'all just put your comments in
They all started by promising

Bring money to they

Wake up in the AM and I'm counting up racks
This a marathon not a race track
Value authenticity Can't erase that
If I ever fall off Ima come back

dyin by yo word what you lie for
You worse than them Instagram working out bitches that really be getting lipo
Never thought that being fake would ever

moment the best
And while I let my boys explain you the rest
Remember imagination is our bulletproof vest
Why the heck not, fuck it, 4 more bars
My element

Keifor and one for Slick, and Mama Strick, y'all already know Allysha

The realist nigga they ever met they got to call me something
And if they don't it

Why do it for people to think Im perfect
When every single one of them got flaws
I gave to homies my whole life so we could ride or die
Instead Im more

start the thinking
Internally they always knew I was him
Internally if they gon pop a couple bottles
Imma tell my brodie don't bring the benzos
Why

telling me
Yo have you ever heard them demons talk
Hurricane earthquakes when them demons walk
We love it when them ninas spark yeah
We love it when

junta taught meet at the park if you no bitch
Everybody's known so there really ain't no licks
I could get it on my own with a hoodie and 4 spliffs
I

came with them tits
Cooler than ever but she still a bitch
Please say no more
Cause they checking the list
Walked in the vip and we came with the shits

this bitch
Y'all know I stay with Smith and Wesson
Fuck a nigga talking shit
I'll boot his ass for second guessing
If you ever doubted me
Then you about

she's with the divine
Times it by 9
It's round after round after round
Always down for the grind
Sipping some wine
Blood body and soul are all intertwined

to say but dada dada
Just kno I'm dying bout em
Times ever get hard committing crimes bout em
Sliding bout em I'll be at yo door you cross that line bout

I got a playlist packed it with your favorites
My name ain't made it, hold on... still...
I seen my watch go by like twenty four times
Sitting here

on hands"
All these crackers tryna be me
Y'all some fucking fans
I fucked your bitch, yeah she kept it on the low
He asked me how many times we did it
Uh,

tap my thumb, impatient for the turn
Then we're off, three minutes in, still haven't said a word
Minute four, head racing, should I ask what's on your

want me to hold it down
Welcome to the team I could show you around
In this life of luxury yeah we started on the ground
Ground floor with it
Round four

(INTRO)
shout out nigga asian, shout out blonde,
fuck you jacob
yeah yeah yeah

where should i even begin to start
i got 4 or 5 songs topping in