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whom I'll never shall see'n more
But to and fro in my dreams I go And I kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, When you fell in

don't need a pen baby
I really him baby
It could get grim baby
So I pray for my sins baby
I'm surrounded by fins baby
And you know I can swim
What

roof is
I can really do this, busy making music
R.I.P. to Juice Wrld, my Dreams are staying Lucid
Big fish in a pond, I'm about to prove it
Yo, I can

and misguided when I wrote
So I had to snap out of it
Told you I ain't proud of it
Feel like I'm just wasting my time
I need to wake up instead of wake 'n bake

for real
Uh i do this shit by my lonely it's just me n syn and we do it for real
Strapped like the navy i'm cocking it back and it go through your dome

days
I knew that had her angry
Right now? can't stop, won't stop
Young gun shootin' for the top spot
Been thru the wire... plan working out
Swear I'd be

the papers, you know we got a problem
To some it's a game and others the only option
The guns keep poppin and there ain't no way to stop em
Them pop n lock old

No guns why kill just stack
Get racks that's why i rap
Don't want no child growing up just to lie down no cap
So many dreams on they mind they dying by

By the machete you'll be dead and six feet under
You have to run
From the children of the sun dem
We smell the blood, we have the fire and the gun dem

of people who probably shoot you for fun
And I like rollin' with money while she be cleaning my gun
N' maybe that's just a metaphor
I ain't shot at no one
You

And ask me why I tell you this
You tell me that its selfishness
I get triggered by my self, I like to call it selflessness
Why
Why cant I just let you go

Finna take it back to the real real
Lone shooter by me don’t get killed
Look down my barrel you revealed
You ain’t goin do nothing stand still

new memories
I'm a victim of
Now I'm the one
You wish you was
Jumping the gun
Hold pistols up
Reach for the sun
No Icarus
Merrimac
Put this battery in

the pages
of a velvet dream
While you're cursing
your bad name
Waiting in an empty room
Watching frame by frame
Why it happened just like this
Why nothing's

Got the team in order
Blue dream, Fiji water
They said that we wouldn't make it
Now we wavin' and niggas hate it
Celebratin' when we make it
For

but to me it's a chore
Haha
G-g-gun range all her boyfriends getting lit up
Meeting all her family gonna treat 'em with a dick up
Holding up a heart,

my guns
I move around by myself so can’t nobody tell on me 

Hit the ground running on my feet whats a felony
I ain’t giving up my heat no cap nigga no

out my pocket
Hit my bitch friend cause I'm toxic
Trio pulled up with a 8, we finna drop it
You better buy a gun, we into it, I ain't boxin
Whites

Don't let go
Hold on
Don't let go
You better hold on
Don't let go
Hold on
Don't let go
You better hold on

Room 216 at the super eight
42dugg gun n

nigga
For the cheese
Ima grave digger
You can dream bout my money
But it's way bigger
Ain't a thang
Since the money came nigga
And the Caine nigga

wings, sprouted
10's cousin lined  my cousin up

stood by while niggas robbed him
Said he screamed his name
As he was dyin
And he just stood there watchin

what I mean
I live on 7th street
Where the homeless make their homes in the shadow of their dreams
They say it kinda sad
But then they turn their back

these curses from this criminals
 

Delete diplomas, 
I dream is a do or die
Determined dudes decide,
Divided dudes in distance
Drugs at ma disposal but

Be loyal to
 your crew but
First be loyal to yourself
Someone in your
Circle could be full
of gane green
Infect your whole
Team now your solo
Dream