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Yo bro it's eleven eleven
I pray I can make it out the seven
Yo god I have a question
How long will it take to learn my lesson
Make time for my

Who the fuck can I trust huh
Money so long like bus yea
Stick shift came with a clutch yea
I made it way out the six
I made it way out by selling them

I'm gone to do something different cause I want more and you want less
She gone buss it out buss it open open legs
Bend that ass over for the dough for

you dont gotta by shy

She wanna work work
She wanna twerk twerk
She my sneaky link
She gonna hide all of my dirt dirt
All it take is one call
For me

my fault
It's a very ugly scene outlined in white chalk
I'm on the bread truck gotta work my money up
If you owe me nigga I beat your ass up
Or we can

Dropped out couldn't do it yeah
Wasn't working for me
On my grind yeah have to make my family proud
Why I work so hard cause my family matters
Get myself

I feel like I need some more
Get myself together then I'm out the door
It's all about the hustle
I'm just tryna get up out the struggle

I feel like

And soon it's gon be winter
And the storm getting closer
I just get rid of the stress
By being a writer
I need to make right of my sins
I hear the devil's

bitter sweet taste
Not the kind of party
I could save face
Know brothers got my back
Yeah, but no thanks
I'm a have to work it out
On my Bruce Wayne
Me

pay you enough
Out late and in early
So you like fuck it I'm staying up
You give them all of your time
I mean what more could they want
You been

ground

My mentality is split, what it doesn't really get
Why I got to go to work, while somebody get to sit
On their ass getting rich, why we fighting

Work this all out 
Feel it this time, see what its all about  
Let's go outside and work this all out 
See what we find, see what this life's about 
 
I

Died in carson
And even after the funeral
It still hurt
People try to play me like a VHS
Like do this shit still work
You gon make me pull my crazy out

screaming
Thinking bout my life is it right what I believe in
Tryna find out what the meaning is
Sometimes I feel meaningless
But ima score whenever
It don't

thought you were the one and that we'd end up together
It didn't work out, we just had stormy weather
I just can't make you see that you're meant for me
So

out the slums
Rags to riches
So nasty it's delicious
I'm in love 
I can't fight the feelin
Fuck it
You kno what I'm wantin
Dolla dolla 
Holla holla
My

Around the block when it get sunny nigga, Plotting on a nigga tryna figure out his next

Move, carbon copy white supremacy because The check rules,

it in the name of freedom
I never let that stop the work
Work that we done

Watch your footsteps
You gotta watch out how you leading
Battle by my

on top of the clouds 
My name they'll be screamin it out

I'm always puttin work in
Every god damn weekend 
Write lyrics til my brain hurts
I'm finishin

that I fuck what it is, huh
I fuck these hoes by the couple so I can hit one while the other recover
I pop a perc go to work in some pussy, if I take

ain't what it seems
I been putting in work
Day and night
Night and day
All the way till the morning
Yeah
But they can't stop me
They can't stop me
Yeah

there'll never be a freebie
Lyrics are abundant cause we got it by the mass
Egos are all idle 'cause the music is the task
Valenzuela on the pitch,

and church
Faith lacks without work
So we tap in to serve
I'm chillin ain't phased 'cause the last will be first
(Let's get it now)
It's copacetic, I'm

Risk and Roads
Its a lot of s**t I never told
Chase a bag and stick to the code
I don't understand how n***s fold

Out here chasing a check but I'm tryna