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speak when we're together like when I was just a kid
So these years of lost connection have been just a waste of time, fuck
So I'm dreaming of being

put bullets in the Glock
MOB, Gang OE
My faith in the Lord
Someone said I need holy water 
Shit, might need a whole ocean 
Fighting demons left me

ain't have it all
Remember waitin' by the land-line to make a call
Had to bundle up on blankets when it came to Fall
But never did complain, 'cause we've

Demons screaming out they're
Different voices in my head

Watercolor 
Water fallin 
Autumn smothered by winter
In a crowd of livestock the cows, pigs

for them hoes 
MOB embedded in my body thats code
This one for the hustlers coming up on the low
Don't a day go by where I don't touch dough
Man I'm

Mob deep like gucci when he went Out on a shopping spree
Take ya bitch, rotate ha make give Me everything I need
Niggas not comparing all my Strings be

them things looking saucy
Look like we moving them things rolling mob deep
Whole squad at the game rocking floor seats
Life is different when u ornery
So

a mountain
I could make waves by the gallon, but frick it whose counting
I just wanna die every second of living
Is a pendulum swinging, I got bad intentions

God called
To tell me I can reach out and touch anything
Down by the river in the backroads
It's good kid party time
They wanna feel alive just for

Told the Judge I plead the fifth heart hurt I freeze the wrist
Fucked up wen I fucked ya sis and she still in love with the kid
Thought you would stay

extraordinary
Your bitch ass'll get bodied and buried
By the slick walking talking rhyming dictionary
Give me a mob
Let me champ one
Steadily handsome
Black

the wazoo, I file a law suit, see how much it costs you 'cause nigga I'ma rob you
I'm at the top though, I got my mob though
You pussy niggas got nothing

I conflict with those who are tricked by the gimmick market and can't think
with logic. Logics are in the distance so I'm makin a pop hit hip hop is

Thug from the past
Sold drugs by the slab
Use to transport coke through cabs
Like a fork to the hill
Until my nigga Black got killed
Talkin' guns
These

lives
And I just wanna be free from the hate of the mob 
Can you see that I'm wasting my wine 
And I love that you care that my mind is mess
Would drive

I'll have the greyhound 
With the burlap backfoot and the rose tongue wagging 

What's she into 
Does she like fun? 
Does she like kids 
No I don't

shit
3 kids, 2 cars, 1 crib
Im on that king shit
Martian Luther King dream
Far from prejudice
But all that racist shit, it still exists
2018 bitch you

This is the intro
Welcome to my world
Yeah

Just a young kid and I'm trying to make it
'Cause half of these artists are fake and I hate it
The shit

live
Every since I was a kid
I learned keep pushing that 12
And keep your eyes on your 6
Cause the snakes in the grass are quick to pick up the scent

bitch come around smashed
She bring me da bag cash
Auntie hold dis stash
Mudea kids straight facts
Keep dat glock by me
Keep dem hittas wit me
Keep

a crime
Rather listen to songs fully composed by a mime
Kids choice awards that bitch with the slime

I'm over this rhyme
I'm taking what's mine
Still

full of the greed
I’m trying to please and not be seen Shhh
I’m just a young kid new to this scene
Trying to get my music out there to be new mainstream

about the kid 
Like how old were you when you found out you had a gift 
Remember car won't fixed so I had to take a Lyft 
Broke as a joke
Ain't have no

to rock vans uh
Sleepin' on the trap, cuz we got to many fans
Fucked by the karma on a site like ShockChan
I don't wanna try to, listen to your music
You