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I ain't trynna hear you out
I could start a movie up no paramount
Baby blue brim fitted
Five percent car tinted
Mozart look like dope art what i'm

at all
But you know I'm created in the image of God
Every night
Every day
I ask the Lord to come and show me the way
'Cause there's a lotta things that

banging wit
What they claiming?
Should be ashamed of it
Better relax for the real niggas you jaccin get to aiming it
They gangsta In crowds but by they

yo' bodies double digits
Fuck you like I'm out of prison (Like I'm out of prison)
You just want more sex and less feelings
Don't worry I get
Assignment,

lived through it
And by the time I was writing
All these raps I was reflecting
Last time there was this baby
She said she was horny
And wanted me to come

Know what I'm talkin' bout 
Sing that shit Harvey 
Right 
Whoa , yeah , uh 
RC All Season , forever 
Yeah 

Yeah 
Revenge Club back with the slaps

keepin to myself that bitch she got me like police 
You be confusing in the sheets 
I'm steady cruising in the streets
By 22 I'm in the Grammys platinum

put a quarter milli on da neck 
Handouts busy down la for da set 
Errbody tellingly me dat I was next 
Uh God told me I'm blessed 

I ain't got no

phone 
Why are they making a fool of themselves 
No vision (No) 
Movement predicted 
Look all distorted I'm changing their Motherfucking course (Woo woo)

"Superman".
You should love whilst at your unluckiest.

From "Infinite" to "Be Murdered By".
You just provided the perfect rhymes.
And I've always respected

my way

I'm authentic how I never change

But I always grow getting to my goals living through my soul call me insane

Communicating with things that

Looking at me, looking at me and i'm happy
Looking at me, look in at me and i'm happy
Looking at me
And I'm happy as fuck

Live in a world i'm

shit got me by the Throat I'm in chokehold
Gasping for air I'm soaked
Without a coat I'm so cold

I hate i gotta put on a mask to be Sinister
Cuz i got

glasses, I take it by the fifth
If my rap career don't work, I'm finna get it out your bitch
I'm super sick with it , every time I get with it
Layin' pipe

worried about the opps 'cus they don't do shit
I don't want my old hoes, them bitches weak I need a new bitch
And I just poured me up a four shit I'm finna

They ask how I come up wit material shidd I live it
Why all my songs speak on a struggle cuz I’m in it
They probably won’t appreciate none of this

nurture the love
Send the hate to a dark place
Wear a smile on my face
I'm here against the odds
Don't you know I'm protected by gods

God got me
Jesus got

Day break, I'm sitting near your grave
I take my guitar out of the tin bag because I haven't got a case for it
I take a flight of fancy and see

Look see here
Admire
All they games
They to be revered
But be clear
It’s bout three tiers
I’m talking leap years
They all great
But hate when y’all

we're really tryna live sweet (So sweet)
I'm buying beats but I went to Amsterdam for weed and not to clap cheeks
I've got a way with words you can't

Rob it then I'm in a car dashin' in all Black like Chyna (Woah)
Grab it, Rag it, Bag it, Shot it, Profit, now it's sold
Chop it chop it, top it top

the Dolce (Yeah)
You know once they kick her out, baby
Buenos noches (Bye)
Somehow I can tell by the walk, she be busty
(Pew) somewhere, gon' page it
Just

catch this nigga lackin'
Best believe I'll take my time
Thinking 'bout shooting the bitch
Or by my hands he gotta die
Even when I'm making money
I be

Even wore a Bears hat with your outfit
Back when we kissed by the patch bay
Way before the tears and the outrage
I did shit that I wish that I could