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my mind is like a weapon
Destined to be great I got it written on my deathbed
I know they been sleepin, I can tell just from their bedhead
Probably gon

thing below is your girl before I blow
Had a battle in my mind fighting thoughts yeah toe to toe
Out my head and in the stu now I'm going flow to flow
Out

You can tell I'm from the slums, I can't even spare the crumbs
You can tell I'm from the slums, I built my bread up out the crumbs
Never mind that I

24 48 fuck it
I live my life with no sleep
All my life I've been the black sheep
Find me working while you man are asleep
I blow by the o just to be

choking on a breather
People pleaser my inner peace don't play nice with leisure
Yet I fear a backstabbing in the fashion of Caesar
Lack peace of mind head

Now here I go

Wake up sweating out shots
In my dreams, I'm tearing down spots
I got steez like out of my pores
I got keys surrounded by doors
And I

tan, even aryan hoes
Big drip, from my head to my toes
Big dick, that hoe hang like a hose
Like mother like daughter, bitch you get beat by your father

touch yo body
Think I fell in love with you

Tryna get some Plaques on the wall
20 thou on my wrist they Wanna make me fall
But I stand on my feet nutted

fuck
So suck
Baby I'm just here trying to vibe
Let me post up right here by your side
I'ma tell you what's up I won't lie
I like how you look at my eyes

far
I feel so trapped
In my mind
Am I cursed
Am I blind
If I burst
And I crime
Will my family cry
When they see me behind
Trapped in a prison
Dear god,

writing my lyrics and then recording my songs
What am I doing wrong
Catching flight on a beat I've never heard before
I want the money want the green just

You're a different person on the phone then you are in real life
Don't act like you know what's going on in my mind
Oh, you fuck with my music, thanks bro,

working hard tryna get rich
All this money motivates me
Where have you been lately
In my room
Tryna make it boom
To the moon
You so fucking lazy
Omg you

time
If it ain't about no money don't ring my line
You made your bed up
Lie down in it
Yeah
By now I'm fed up
Pushed to the limit
Now it's time that you

you trynna view my view sike
Wondering what if I get to be
With one and only Disha Patani for a week
In Malibu by the sea on the beach
I'm seeing

I'm just getting the money
Bet I'm gone get in my bag
Why these bums always Watching
Heard they stealing my swag
I be taking my time
But I don't

enemies, that means they into me
They desperate for action, mind too focused on smashing and captions
I'm fueled by passion, desired to be recognized
Make

Thought I could live by myself
Didn't know it was bad for my health
Unknowingly lived in a hell
Didn't like the cards I was dealt
So, I fought for

building residually
Had to make myself
Less available
Rarely hear from me…
The way that I got money
Stay focused On what was
Clear to me
Potential crazy
Mind

money
Been up since being good on love
Yeah
Hate some bitches had a piece of me
But I can't keep on losing peace of mind
By being cheap with me
This dick

her loss)

If she’s on then I’m on 
We bout to get our mind gone 
We’re in another time zone 
I’m always in my grind mode 
If she’s off then I’m off

life God comes first

Now before we pop it and kick it
Gotta repent for my sins and follow the mission
Gotta clear my mind to open and listen
But first

you feel it this how I'm living not no fake what I'm telling g Yuh aye
I was young and reckless now I'm learning how to keep my mind at peace
See that

railroad tracks
We were thinkin bout the music and the money and the drugs, thought maybe we could take that path
I was hypnotized by the Reznor types, with