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or better head take your braces off
I see him fighting for his life tell him shake it off
You ain't shit without your homies you draymond green
It sound good

to learn to put my life and my pain in the music
All my losses, the gains in the music
I was lost, but got saved by the music
Gotta be the boss, I was raised

Perhaps without victims

I'm a friend
I know your dad Julie very well
I will go to him with my advice of reconciliation
I'll give him a decent one

dreaming
Didn't die when we were fired
Started a band without a drummer or a mic
Got a show within a week
That I thought would be the show to change my

ain't a genius cause baby I just mash notes
I see the light despite my heart being a black hole
I'll wreck your life without an effort that's some facts

A hating bitch, oh don't be that
No debating, they know we back
I replaced him, don't be mad
Hating ain't gon' bring your dead homie back
I make my

The year passed by and he got some friends
To start up a Rock & Roll band
They got some gigs, so his Mom & Dad
Decided to give him a hand
So to his surprise,

There was a young man in the back with a girl at his side 
And she was looking at him with her big brown eyes 
And getting across a message without using

The meathead guy you met
Please stay silent
I don’t to hear you talk about someone else
I want you to watch me at my show by yourself
Don’t wanna hear about
Him

mat
Despite the emergency I see you be flexin
Showin your new cut your bands and your new neck-in
We close on the socials but in real aint connecting
It

They be asking me like, "Rob...how'd you make it high?
Chasin' music as a job without suicide?"
I molded, made the money make me blind
'Cause all I

She put her hands up
She made a deal with the devil now her plans are
To strip her clothes post her pictures get her bands up
And when it's over I

gucci on me smellin' pretty bitch you need a shower
I don't see him with his homies only hoes guess he a coward
Try to come for me gon sic a bitch right

the reason niggas sell to strangers; get bagged by undercover
Damn money, you're a bad motherfucker
Damn money; it's mad funny..same time sad money
The false

a flight and ima pay his way
Don't act hard my young niggas get paid to chop cars
A band a make him show out with that drum like he a rockstar
They movin

they tryn' keep him in a cell
Ain't even give my dawg a bail ain't tryna help him live his life
How the fuck we supposed to dream without the team that

wrist
Run and gun without a plan, cos we go off of the script
He won't give us our demands, so his face gon need a lift
Light him up in his sedan,

the smokers crammed
between the local bands
to split a puff and flick their butts in the street
they played it loud and slow
without a metronome
he always hit

with this shit, without a remedy
I was broke and bummy, they didn't even want stand next to me
Now they in my dm saying if you remember me
I too real for

lean the band

Why would I fake it just for friends?
Why would I pillow talk on my niggas, just for pussy and lose my mans?
Why would I fake it where I'm

no hunting
Better have my cheese no fronting
I’m fucking on shawty no loving
Told you, you can love me without the cuffing
12 roll by Im ducking
Tryna

the pain, put that shit in my blunt
Like what? I'm back in my mode
I cannot leave the crib without my pole
I know she get around, she gotta go
She tellin' me

forcin' shit but all this money in a rubber band

For sayin' off the wall, shit, that's how we hopped out Vans
I can't talk about the last one, cause I know

Mama used to try to tell me don't drink its bad for you
Then I watched her down a couple bottles
By the time that she got through
Well I don't know