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long sleeves in the middle of the summer
So I cut the sleeves off now it's winter what a bummer damn
So this is rock bottom
The lows of the lows
Where

walk away, I made the right choice I do the pain away, so I ain't have a choice
Man, that's really what I do I'm really that nigga, but this ain't

know what's f***in good g
Stereotypical views is what we're fighting
The typical news about the place that I reside in
The gangs, the violence is all

ironic
As they a say, they say bro what is PGA
They say Stop textin my bitch phone, this hoe erased whole conversations
They say I'm next up, if you say so

And told him don't make friends and do it all yourself
But he won't listen, he's busy making music for the sake of it
Too worried 'bout a buzz and what

My vision is distorted by my sleazy mind
To picturesque an image to control this time
My intimate discriminating fears you test
My ignorance that

you know what it's like
And I would give it all for you and you would see me walk on trough
Just as long as you are mine

Oh I, I wanna give it all

Its funny how that money make it all spin
Its funny how these streets what we get lost in
They wan see us in a cell or in a coffin
These streets will

Wonder what you're here for
You ever wonder why? What's the purpose of this life?
The world tries to tell ya, chase the money, chase the fame
Man I'm

on Twitter
Got clipped a block away over on Atlantic
By a couple ghosts that's living over on Stanton
To quiet out here, causing me to panic
Hair steady

I ain't finna cry no more tears forreal
With all these things that's said, it's just said and done
I know that the enemy want to see me just down by

(Ocean)
(Put the plan in)
(Ocean)
(Just leave me at the bottom of the ocean)

Evil is my life
Villains by my side
No, no good ones down to ride
But

sold
for 12 000 rupies in Paris.

And he put your ring on a cone.
He hit on it with a hammer.
I sipped my tea as I watched how
the gold little by little

niggas play rock out with stick just like we P&B
Baby, she been trippin', on me, tell me what you see in me
Yeah, I came from Gamblin', now I'm tryna' be

empathy that I lack

Oh! oh!

Was that a low blow?
What a way to comeback
I'm on two lines of snow
So you know I don't fuck with hoes
I will leave you 6

what I need like

Hook:
Bring it back (bring it back)
Bring it back (bring it back)
Bring it back (bring it back)
Bring it back (bring it back)
She all

Didn't like the way he started to flex  
Club hoppin', takin' his whip shoppin'  
(what the fuck's he gettin' vexed?)  
G'd forgotten his team, now his

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Wheels look like the kush kingdom we ruled
All black nigga

don't war with my set
Eight cars deep and we aint even start to ride yet
Waking up looking at my phone like what it is
Thinking big turning DLO

You reach inside you feel your fire!
You feel fine, but that's entirely 
Ephemeral; I don't know why
But to F with morals
Do what you can do survive,

know how we stepping
Boy you better watch what you reppin'
Or have your mom talk to a Reverend
She asking for blessings
I turn a loss to a lesson,

like it’s Christmas
I know it is but on god you been movin' reckless
Lil hoe, look at that, uh oh, it’s a fact, what is?
Hoe you on Santa’s naughty list,

Shit, bro
I could talk a lot of game and smack you right up in the face
Do you have any idea what it's like to be in pain?
I know I've got a clue but

Claiming that it's theirs, man ya see what I deal with
But I don't got a problem, I know I'm the creator
They can follow the recipe but won't get the same