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Shorty keep me rocked up
Cool wit been locked up
Made me hang the game up
I could be real wichu
Sumn that I love
Imma keep this shit a hunnid like I got 5

changes, can't get you off of my brain
I've been talking to strangers, calling them by your name

These niggas tripping like it's old news
Move quick through

birds, and they come by the flock
Cop a new batch, then I set up shop
Y'all been waitin' on my shit to drop
Nigga, I'm mute, I can't talk to a cop
We

Give fuck about it, you talkin' that shit Cause we Bout to split your wig
And it what it is, love wasn't real from the start
You tryna break you down,

Mystery is just a well-known fact if you really wanted to know
You assume the worst but feel real bad, it sound like the devil may cry
You ain't capitalized

Hey Andrea,
I'm walking my dog by the river right now, and I just wanted to talk to you.
It's been intense; hard to switch up that fast and adjust

the money I make
And I spend it like crazy but that's okay
By the time I'm 21, I'll make millions by day
And Lil Xek will be a brand like Nike and vans
I'm

don't stay the same
I'm saying fuck all these people, I charge that shit to the game, I stay in my lane
See, this is something that I think I'll never

true
Real shit I just need some more time
Wondering why God show me a sign
While I'm Cruising through the city lights
Watching time just keep on passing

a hustlaz mentality deep inside my brain
Proceed to maintain blowing weed for the pain
Playing and won't complain cause I'm seeing life a game
Shit stay

Yeah, it's all good we could do it like the new year
And set it off cause it's more than sex
You make a real hood nigga put down them techs
I'm saying hun

from the feelings
Smoke in the air
Watch it move slow 
Finally by yourself 
Stuck in the couch and you dwell
The field isn’t green it is gray
Gotta keep

Yeah
Runnin
Runnin
Niggas always runnin

Extra, this shit is hard
Runnin
Runnin
Niggas always runnin

Runnin
I'm not done with my verse, yet
Lame ass

it'd be fun with you
By the time everybody left
Tell me what you gon' do
Heard you bout that nerdy shit
And we could get real inventive
Won't be shy

to cry on
You getting both of mine
Side by side
Ain't nothing like
When your souls align
Got my blinders on
I ain't seeing no one else
Trust is easy
She

It's about that time again baby, Silky Saturdays, what week is this, three
I'm just getting warmed up, shits Like exercise for me baby, you Know them

right
Guns all exposed in the ride
Plus got some attached to my side
I'm excited about this shit
I am the license to kill
Don't you see my fucking teeth

Niggas rather count you dead
'Til you counting up the deads
Yeah, I had the fakest friends
shit got real them niggas fled
say you bleed how I bleed
When I

while real ones don't
Issues involved with the phone
Me flippin' it now you throwin' a fit
Body language also bitten her lip
Close friends is the one

uncle, big bro fought the war in Pakistan
Yeah, I got that shit up on my head like I'm a Taliban
Talkin' bout that smoke, if you want some, let's get

what's
Hood nigga
Hood fellas
Boi we
Ain't no
Lil niggas
Certified all
That
Real shit
Live in us
Give
And go
Fast break
Nigga
We
Run
Options
Bag baby

think that shit is easy
Some things don't change
I feel ashamed
That you got to mistreat me
All my ladies in the back tonight
If that man doesn't do you

hand, I blew it
Wasn't no chess, I knew it
Hard to express my never-ending red eye
And the knot gets thicker
All fun rides till hiccup
Shit
Feeling so low

a mess but the body look sculpted, been through enough shit
You need a break and you was hoping for one
Keep taking/sending pictures of you out by