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Judge a book by its cover

Tryna put me down under
Tryna keep me from floatin
Bought a car and it's foreign
I'm a drive it like I stole it

And I

on the pipe
These bitches fuckin for a shot
I'm out here grinding for mines
I cant get an opportunity they passin me by
This shit is crazy cuz I'm betta then

inspired by y'all, but I'm goin out crazy 

no math equation, I got the properties
The lie'll heal the situation, pain is caused by honesty

They dizzy, they can't rock with me, can't fuck with

a few on my hard drive
I wouldn't be shit with your archives
I know my nigga go crazy on bass lines
Just had to find a baseline
It's a full on job, I

Blud, come on g... unless I go jail or I get killed by the opps
Bruv mans always here to support you, remember that
Have some confidence, have some

you up like five guys
On a thirty hour bender, I survived five tries
I know sometimes I go crazy but I hope you see the peace in me
Balenciaga jeans

brains
And His name lil Jermaine from 2-6
Helped me pick bits and pieces like its toothpicks
And in my bag, I done picked up like a few tricks
And in my

that's just how the chicken fries
I been going stir crazy I should probably go outside
And I been in my head again
Oh no no don't think about it
Wake every

I'd be on the top, good God, I know this is my living
Gon' make it my job, I go fairly odd
Ayy, like fairly odd parents, I go hard
Give the rest of my

My papa taught me how to be a man
My mama told two feet, you'll stand
My brother told me don't go in the can
If you black, then you really understand

Written By: Derrick Wyatt


Baby girl I’m just jumping on this thing
Stop chasing I don’t want a wedding ring
Start flexing I just want a pinky ring

Soulja with that
Aye bae bae
Yuh, ayyee
I thought that I told y'all before
I be goin crazy, I'll tell you once more
Don't get it twisted nigga
Don't be

Yeah

They call us crazy
Fuckin braindead lil' babies
In reality, it be us who gon' carry
The weight of the country, it's corrupt up there
Can be 18

been fucking niggas' hoes
Doggin bitches out, since Kid made the song
Lil childish ass trick
Now it's kids in your throat
I ain't petty with the pape
Now

Dirt on my shoulders , feeling like I’m Jay-Z 
Rhymes so crazy, pussy don’t amaze me
I’ll hit yo ass, then dash like Stacey
Then I’ll still make sure

the time
Yeah I got me wai
Wu pa try
Pa pa 3ba fa wo mon
E go take you by surprises
You got chap say
I never know say this be how you dey
I never ones

Cuz God know how much I lost (For real)
The older I get
Somehow I start to care less
Raised by my mother
So I was never raised to be careless
I think

the whole trap jumping, the whole block go crazy cus we turning nun to sum
It must be October cus I'm feeling spooky, I bet I could bust me some pumpkins
Got

MCM
Young Hamoody fly like a pelican
I’m walkin by
She wavin
So I turn my head
I do this shit no effort
I come from the dessert
Lil hoe
Baby going crazy

of tune
Was it the crime of my birth when I was pushed out the womb
Monologuing to myself 'fore I boom
I'm just a lil crazy best to accept before it come

thinkin' bout cuffin'
Are you crazy? You just tried to cook spaghetti in the oven
God damn, god damn, was scrollin’ through the ‘gram, saw you with a new man

I'm boutta get on my bully
These niggas my lil bros give 'em a noogie
Watch who you talkin to, I'm in the dorm with ya bitch and I'm slappin

that there Walkman huh?
(The new "Gas Face" rewrote'd by KMD
It's kind of funky with a lot of bass)
Yeah but I bet you wonder where
They got the bass