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textin' lately
Listen up, this time 'round I won't be givin' fucks
Givin' up? Hell no, you must be hearin' stuff (You hearin' shit)
Sickened of these

like Victorious
When she took a look at my fit, huh
She said I look glorious
She smooth like cocoa butter
She know I love her
I can't get no other
If i

can't even fit a verse
I've been in my bag, I'm getting cash and your bag just a purse
Talking out his ass, let semi blast gon leave him in the dirt
Your

the whip, find me some liquor to sip
Cook up a beat thats gon' kick
Here lately just don't give a shit, these women all hit or a miss
Couple three shots my

of the matrix
I'm in too much designer it ain't no escaping

I'm a young YSL check the fit and the fragrance
Way she stay on my line I cant tell that she taken

mentioned some Shit 
That i prolly been thru
And now you turning it on Me 
Like its against you
A dirty secret 
Just became a dirty lie
And right beneath us

my fault
I still got the same issues on the low low
Still got the lean, the weed and the fronto
When I need my shit babe I need it pronto
But you

When I'm out it's a rare occasion
Smoking on deadly on vacation
Hair braided up by some Haitians
Fit fitted bad bitch by my waist band
And my dollars

a boss
Ey
Running my city
Cuz bitch I'm supposed to
Ey
Play all my verses
I feel so exposed
Taking no loss

Boss moves
Couldn't fit my size
I'm walking

gotta bad chick to compliment the fit
And when we're out, ain't no one messing with the drip
Let the opps talk gossip and shit
Cuz when the Ex's start

know that you told
Standing on your P boy, don't die bout no hoe Please don't die by that hoe
Please don't start no problems that you cannot fit
Cause

huntin' snake game, niggas know we know, I'ma walk somethin' down
Feel like killer, shit, catch his ass, blow his ass now
Niggas gon' ref it, baby, G, I'ma

pain
pray to jaja to keep me sane
panadol no fit cure this migraine
only God dey secure me for uniben
so many baggers don cross my lane
so many daggers

we gettin' romantic
Freaky fuckin' in the back seat
God damn, busted on main street
Sneaky fuckers come the police
Oh shit... Busted on main street

belong
Give me a hint, give me a sign

Yeah, tell me what you love and tell me what you like
I just wanna fit in for one fucking night
I'm tired of being

to when you made the clock turn slow
And Made time take trips
And I know I ain't shit
I'm just a young dumb kid
With a passion twice the size of him , it's

a new leaf one that work just for me!
If you don't fit in the equation, then I start subtractin
When we fall off, don't wanna hear you askin' bout what

aint gotta ask her
Editing my phone book, name em all Casper
Cause you mother fuckers cancer,
Pulling out the frame try to see if I fit
Said it takes

I no fit kill  myself
If you don't help me, I go do am myself
Building my body while I build my mindset
This is my destiny, I have God next to me

I'm

see the cracks through the window
Rose tint glass raise cheers for the real ones
I don't have to explain shit, do you feel me?
It's been a long year

a dirty
Eye in the sky, brush the ground
I ain't feel it yet, but it ain't get put down

Send some rounds to a fit account
It's a high speed, ain't pullin'

landed on Mars
My bars are like concrete I always go hard
You are not real, not fit from the start
I'm cutting these hoes out from clearing my thoughts

to fit the description, of every crime committed
Cause the Judge don't give a fuck, rather I didn't or did it
Leave me stuck behind bars, feeling 
Mad

your told you ain't 
Livin through your soul your just 
Chasing shitty goals tryin to 
Fit the fuckin mold fuck em all
Let em all go let em all know 
You