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with the weather then stay inside
That's just my state of mind look
Lunch at the ivy extra plate of truffle fries
Had a handsome twenty-twenty shit finna

mouth
It will blow your mind
Every day every time
Ain't no money can make up for the days that I've cried
All alone in my bed
I felt so dead
Only thing u

yo face
I'm gon' beat my fucking case
That's a triple homicide
Call it quadruple homicide
Cause we just killed this fucking beat
Got the glock by my

money over bitches cause blues don't kiss and tell
Hey this like a mission well done
Smith and Wesson on me nigga burn a nigga well done
Do my dirty by my

are pipe dreams
I said you don't know shit now they see what I mean
I do this for the love for the feeling really get my mind right
a bunch of clout

ain't no one left
Grind for a minute been by myself
Don't no one around me fuck with twelve
These niggas already know my body ain't going for nothing I'm

inspired 
see i am finessing my way out the real world by dreaming
how you a slave to a paycheck but still a freeman
i am plotting to get rich but the odds

Thought it was impossible to get this lost in my mind
But, then again, i be wrong all the time
Talkin to myself tellin me it’s alright 
Caught up in

From the moment I came out the oven
Wearin nothing but freshies and hustlin
I got green on my mind
Don't wanna go broke
I want these dollar signs

a trip around my own mind
Trying to figure out this life shit
Barely 24 and in a mid-life crisis
My momma getting tired
My niggas, on that hype shit
My

wouldn't get up for a bite
A month passed by food and money getting tight
Furnace stalling out tank devoid of fuel to light
Winter weather creeping in

and gone
Still chasing the women, nothings wrong
Still playing the tunes, laugh and cuddle
At least now i'm staying out of trouble
Nearly lost mind, my

my faith, in the hopes that my path gets clearer
Magic in solid form
I was a living money maker
"You can make it in this rap, start rhyming bout

try to fight
They just seem to override
I can't get this ugly shit out my mind
Why can't I speak like everyone else
Why can't I dream like everyone else

Aye tell me what's a loss with no damage
Seen it all then had to go grab it
Ain't no more stressing me out for real
Mind on my money I'm 'bout to build

If you got a problem then speak up
Niggas can't hear me I'm blowing their speakers
This is my floor and I'm fucking speaking
I live by my lonely young

Someone or something been tryna show me signs
If we learn what's goin on
It's gonna blow our minds
I just know that I
(Damn)

Need to get my Shit in order

I'm calling out for help
but my cell is losing signal
Effect is gonna ripple,
When I'm grabbing out my pistol
Then little by little
My life dwindles

For a crush no
I ain't got time for that
I used to have my mind on that
But I was young and I got hurt
I wish I could rewind it back
This girl was cute

feelin nothin
I am consumed by 666
Got my bags packed with Gucci and Ralph Lauren
German boys we roll up in the foreign
Zoomin' around in the Benz
No

contract made to keep me in check through my wrongs
Money is long
And it's extending right out of the roof as my fans put me on
Bruh who that be
That be

what's on my mind
Fuck what you like get on my vibe
I coulda folded and quit like so many times
But I turned that to my drive
I ain't tryna appropriate

Wait I really like you
Got a Yaeba fang might mess around and bite you
Stackin up my harem yeah I count em by the twos
I never go outside, I'm a weeb

focused on my grind
The vision never hazy, yah this moneys on my mind
Never fall behind, I stay in line with the production
Steadily inclined, elevation is