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This sound like no games played
None, nada, zilch
You know
Look!
Just by looking at my eyes you could tell that the boy's working
These bags Virgil

at the palace nigga
I'm at chevron on Buffington nigga
Joy riding and hustling nigga
Fettuccine like the tropical cuisine
I'm on the nat by Mr. Everything
She

your sister
Your everything

[VERSE 1]
[Young Chris rappin']
I think i might wife her
You know, powder blue rocawear suite
White nikes (uh)
My niggas

gave me Hope
If I ain't post money, then I ain't do nothing
Bro that's a lie that's enforced by the hundreds
They want us cussing and fussing
Bangin

need a crown or Balenciaga
I just want a crowd cause my pen breed lava
Every time I sound off I bend these genres
I could get em shouting' my la di da

I know
(Are you ok?)
How it feels
(I want you to know that you can talk to me about anything)
You've been hurt so bad
(Anytime)
I know
(I couldn't

a lottery that you don’t want no ticket for
Trust me
Clean sweeps competin’ with y’all, y’all dusty
Clean the cobwebs out of your melodies and rhythms

everything I still try to believe but
Sometimes 
This life gets a little bit overwhelming
Where I'm headed there ain't no telling
cnd I can't even tell you

definite, wait
They got me all hooked up to some machine
I love you, Bean
Didn't want you to know I was struggling
Feels like I'm underwater
Submerged like

stay on 
Am not Done yet 
The best lecture you can get 
It's by your own self 
Everything I gat today 
I did it my self 
I pray to God to add butter

again
I'll type out everything I want
To say but never send
Every thought's a head rush
That ran through me
Loneliness is planting a seed
And slowly

I gotta go
She don't wanna see me go but baby girl I gotta go
I know they want my spot
Tell em meet me at the top
Don't know everything I did
But I

the world and everything else that you loved (ugh!)

I don't even wanna talk 'bout 'bout love
I don't really wanna talk about our trust
I don't wanna care

making, all the writing are beside de ser
I believe in God I'll teach you by him, make you gentle
Be my fissile egg, bromo! How decides de ser
And give them

I've suffered a lot in life
And no one seemed to hear my cries
It takes fucking everything from you till you give up and all hope dies
I was in

jazz-sense
She sassafras her words have many uses
Peace out like deuces
Hang from every lyric like she nooses
Entertained by everything she chooses
Radio does

Db I like this right here
This shit on
My man
Aye
Man it’s slum shit man
You already know how we bumming and shit
You feel what I’m saying
Haha fuck

My brother Dizz made this

What's happenin' Dizz? We back
It's The Weeklies
This shit bring back memories, you know
I remember Snoop Dogg kicked

the room
We run it by the booth
Then I make it all smooth
You ask me what's the reason is
I ain't got a fucking clue
I be writing doing time before I'm

I fall back
I know thats kinda weak of a nigga or what you call that
I gave the world everything and now I want it all back
Every nickel and dime I

I know what you've done
Give me what I want or l'll tell everyone
There's a certain amount of shame
cngers me so much I cannot say your name
cnd I

is your baby and her only Gerber is Fendi
I didn't murmur you hear me
I know she bi but if she want me
She gonna need excellent credit and lending
She

count my blessings at the studio
I want a phone call for a movie role
A hunnid mill that's my fucking goal
Kicking, kicking back by the soccer post
I been

say this world is hopeless
(Yeah ye)
(Yeah ye)
Many wanna be helped but they don't help back
Many wanna be loved but towards you they pretend
Some want