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up for my lyrics go to trial
Tryna pin for this damn charge im in denial
I be spittin bars on this beat like a recital

All the niggas makin deep

about?
They say I'm droppin' too much music
You don't like it, you can go in the house
Bitch

Nigga, for real, nigga
Fuck wrong, what you niggas talkin'

This is a letter to my friend
Dear Shai Linne
Though I said it when we met, now I send it with a pen
Our friendship to me is more precious than a gem

me, You teased me last summer
You callin' me stunner, I'm blazin' it hot
Speakers the pop, groupie hows dropping their top
Believe me being a playa is

These rappers pussy it wouldn’t surprise me if they have been rescued by carole baskin...

You know it’s real when the rappers you idolized are now

the stands man yall need to take a seat
Know it's hot in the kitchen man you cant even take the heat
Swear I'm done being friendly no you can't even hit

when I seen
These niggas profit from less
Either you real or fugazy
This is not a request
If that don't do it for you, dog
Then they can follow your

standoff
Real player baby, I ain't never beg to take no pants off
Shawty know I beat it up like Ray Rice without the hand off
Tell me why as a kid I could

Samsonite /
Night of the Living Bassheads /
Head south for the summer /
Somersault and fall /
Into your Winter Wonderland /
Where bed springs sing this song…

can stop my grind 
I got some angels by my side 
Some real ones so don't even try 

Parlay 
Ok
If life's a gamble 
What's the toll 
Ima take my chances

is apart
Jesus is all that I know until I met Judas, Peter and David driven by selfish desires
It was a Sunday morning service

Front row seat looking

you get a good look at your friends
Real or fake you get replaced it really just depends
If you fake and in my face I really can't pretend
They say it

looking in from the outside
I promise you, you don't know me
They always say they real but having a hard time when they show me
I move with god and god move

gotta live the life
Gotta let em know I'm sliding sticky grippy on me
Niggas don't cooperate
I don't got no time I found a different way
Different cake

they sad
Yeah (I know it)
They be all up in my dm’s, like, you wanna link, like, where you at (Where you at)
I just leave ‘em all on seen, I don’t text

Gotta suck a goofy, you rappers all confuse me 
La Ferrari two seat, LA was a movie 
Gotta keep it real I learned more from all the losing 
Now it’s time

basic, I'ma head up in the clouds
Lookin' down on this road that I'm takin', will I make it? (I don't know)
Lifestyle of the rich and famous
Meanwhile

Ain't got no time for your bullcrap

You a lie you a lie you a lie
Finally I woke and I realized
If I die if I die if I die
Hope its to the heavens I rise

'm brainless
Now a days I'm feeling painless
Cause this smile here is stainless
Everything is motivation
Everything leave room for more
Everything says hit

(yes)
Everyday nigga gone represent (yes)
Now you know that he's heaven sent.



(1 verse Mic Trey)

Go time thinking moe signs
Spitting throwd rhymes

to Boston, then Boston back to Rome
It's too late for me
Gotta leave this shit alone
Everything's in the air but I'm really feeling thrown
Now my house, now my

when I'm finished 

Bitch I spray down like a febreeze can 
Say u want smoke you ain't fuckin with me man 
Blow it by the o 
Lbs for the road 
But imma

European whip and you know it's matte black
In the trap, and I'm totin' on two straps
Dirty trip, now it's time for a new strap
Fucking on yo bitch
She said

dealt, didn’t fold em
Weight on My shoulders big enough for 10 Boulders
10 Toes down in the field Like a soldier
Im flawless find one expose it please