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Get this weight off my chest
Like I'm pushing a bench but some things in my head really better unsaid to my death
Obsessed with the stress
Can’t get

standing
I can see why people flee
When shit go hit the fan
I stay calm through out it all
With this weed in my hand
Being all mad
Shit in my head
I don't

the time
Don't know why these niggas hating this is not the time
Remember when they tried to play me this is not the time
Baby we gettin it in we bout

I'm knowin' that you perfect and you deserve it baby
Tha nigga you was with ain't give you shit but some dick and a whole lotta problems
A whole lotta

Check in with your child
'Cause it's common courtesy
I be takin' walks alone
'Cause I find it nourishing
While the voices in my head gettin' louder by

Pippen
We on to better things, No time for reminiscing
We gettin' better by the second, Be prepared for this shit
Taking over like we Jigga on that Summer

no way to explain it
I'm fight my depression, don't trust medication
I cry everyday cause I'm gettin too anxious
Losing myself shit is testin' my

comin' through for that head soon
I'm Skellington in her bedroom, they heard us down in that guest room
Halloween, All Hallow's Eve, I'm a zombie fiend,

bout cocks
I can’t even stop, gimme’ some more more
Doin’ boner rails all night
Who got the white? Wroetoshaw
And by white, we talkin’ bout dib dab

We're Tortuga's Toughest

Curse me for a lubber boys, keep it under control lets drink some rum!
No deaths by the sword, no hostages swore
Tonight's not

And the origin
To my ego
So me and you are not equal
I don't even think i can see you
Do what i want
When i need to
I was invited here
By people
Now the atmosphere

ain’t gang I ain’t fuccin wit you
Hahn nigga call out
You da type that I’ll head checc when I’m takin the ball out
You a bitch plus you ain’t gettin em
It

movin' like a boss so all these hoes they want they child with me
Love that I ain't simple fascinated off my mental
Rolled the dopest in extendos gettin

Intro:
(Truble T DaGator) You want some more….. We want it too…. It’s pound for pound

Verse 1 Truble T DaGator:
I’m the realest motherf*****

straps what's happening/See them snakes ain't gone come at you head up/They slither in the bushes while you gettin' your bread up

I'm fed up put the green

guarded by gates, security, ops, and the popo and their minds full of hate. Hate Hate Yeah they minds full of hate . ""Take em down Smokey"" Yeah they minds

and nod your head to the beat?
One time for your mind relax, we’re gonna unwind and design some tracks
To get these mothafuckas to dance in the streets.
I’m

To Teach Em
No More Offense 
Play Some Defense 
We Gon’ Find Out Who The Demon
Tech Get Foul I Catch Him Reachin’
Say It’s Hot In Hell?
It’s Hot In Vegas

this shit differently
I had a lot of stress lately, and I let it get to me
I been in my head bout what I'll grow to be
Now I'm down bad, thinkin if I'll

who cappin' your head wit' lies
& if they want the beef? A burger & some fries come wit' your order
'Cus I got that Mac like Donlads, let 'em try! (just

In my room with this beat on repeat
Writing some lines than i delete
I'm fighting back 'cause i'm tasting defeat
I came in the game and now i compete

I'm addicted to bread
I'm addicted to bread

I was gettin some head
But wanted biscuits instead

I be kneading my dough
I ain't talking bout money
I

Written By: Darryl Hop Hill Jr.

[Spoken Word]
This what they been waiting on, Huh? Ok! Yeah! 

[CHORUS] 
Getting lit , getting lit (Lit, lit, lit,

real ones
My OG’s
This is for everyone who ever know me
Born n raised in the SFC
Ain’t nothing FAKE about me

Some back away
When I hit the funky reggae