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the root of all evil make ya change
Now it make since why yo man stayed the same
That boy broke he a hoe and a lame
No sympathy for him too much money to be

like 30 something out the bank, I'm finna rig her s***
If you ain't never looked out for daChxnc, I ain't splitting s***
I just caught two twins by they

In this game I'm for real
Making all this money I did with no deal
And I'm going for kill
Married to the game never catch me in my feels,
get by

pattern up and get hate out your system
Go get you bag and allow the complaining
Coz nobody here wants to listen
I don't wanna live a life of sinning
I just

of disgrace I had in place of another thing I misplaced
For something grim, right on the brim of fallacies caused by gin
I'll just grin to the moonlight

Crimson is her name and she'll burn it on your wall
A maddening revenge that zip lines right into a broken heart
Ms. Crimson will make sure you know her

don't got it now ima figure it out
Did it for the clout you did it for the clout
Coming up now look at my grind boy I'm hustling
Switch my lane turn

unregistered clip
Family wearing blue repping for crips
You're hypnotized by my thighs and hips
You'll love the taste of that narcos drips
Red and blue lights

Nigga what you running for? ain't see what happened to ya brother
Now he got a halo on his head right on that album cover
We gon send ya man up to the sky

I'm probably somewhere by the seashore
Girl if you keep my secrets then i'ma keep yours
I know you will I only said it just to be sure
Oooohhhwoaaahhhh

This right here is for you

This For the partner who living
Eking through life's suspension
Thinking that no one gets them (I do)
This is for the boy

back
Lift that bag
Your garbage go right in the trash
You wanna gain respect back
I told u there's no goin back
(And I say)
Fuck the ones who left

to the fuckery
Like I cut your hands off, none of y'all are touching me
My girl is the only one that's fuckin' me, y'all fuck boys can't fuck with me
Listen to all

Tastes so sweet 
But I can't be that boy
That you're fumbling for in your pocket 
Some days you can't stand me 
Others I'm the only thing you're

Mack Life, Nigga better act right
Shots in the crowd
Now everybody take flight
When 12 come asking questions
We lose sight
Flexin for the ‘Gram
Never

This is the rise of a little white boy from the south that you said never would’ve made it
This is that open your eyes motherfucker, everybody want

be your thread count
I need it in the millions
Battle on the path then I’m looking for the next gym shit
I might catch em all
Barbasol how I’m cleaning

Ain't even doing
This for profit

Tell the future
Imma prophet

You'd be better off
If you stop it 

You should know 
By now

Goliaths
I've knocked them

bashing fuck who you judging 
Your reflection dropped theres off in that casket 
I’ll skin ya flesh and just for my choice of fashion 
Saw off ya legigments

and your phone starts ringing then sheesh
You gone be resting in peace
These boys must enjoy testing me
I have done so much worse
For so much less
You

a childish thing to do
But I just remembered I'm writing a song about my sadness
So that probably beats it out by a little 
It's right at this moment I see how

and get it boy

Rain drops, no fuck that
I bust on a track don't bust back
I'll eat you up please trust that
Coward ass bitch where your guts at
Nobody in

the moment 
The koosh got me feeling alright
I'm looking for challengers 
Really aint no one in sight
I be delivering L's
I got your girl out her shell
Silly's

these kids be smoking weed and popping pills
Y’all think y’all cool for that? Boy y’all ain’t
Ya need a cheap thrill y’all gon be sniffing some paint