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of the world on shoulder nigga, immerged from the mud i was groomed by the coldest niggas, that ever did you better check my spirits, if it making money how

so my competitions pretty thin, 

They’re Lucky I’m skinny as fuck or I’d kill em by liftin up a fingertip,

My shit is such a friggin trip, acid is

when you talk better watch your tone
Told my mama I'm making money if I don't pick up the phone
It's a evil world so I can't leave the crib without my

like my clothes
Pajama pants life, I been done with these hos

I see these cars pass me by, I kinda hope they hit me
I hope my friends ain't sick of me

alone
Let me breathe in the city like
A pretty motherfucker I be
Got twenty-six to eighty-five bitches
Ripping on a wood, gram, right click pimping
My

double-take when I double my toke
Cause now he's a ghost
Another one gone by a dirty statistic
Bullet in the head with the wound self afflicted
Two tours in

like Jesus (Je-Sus-Walks)
Keep it sweet, like buttercups & Reese's Pieces
Have you seen my skin tones & god-like features?
If you knew my roots then you

the voicemail box of
Pablo fucking Morgan, eh… yep
At the tone, please record your voice message
Oh sorry, oh my gosh. What the fuck is wrong with you?
Pease call

one to be showing my calling
But now it's time to go in
I know I'm not one to be throwing it all in
But now it's time to go in
I've been working

you
Without my heart on the line
Without us side by side

You finally spoke your mind
Who knew rejection could be so kind?
Now I don't have to wallow

the bag
Getting the money attractive like that
Tony my tone, shawty on rose
Pretty she worth all that Vogue, smoking I'm woke
Stressing the hoes, running

go
No, I won't let you go

That pretty pussy enticing and that paper is vital
I'm losing sleep thinking bout it
While swimming deep in my vices
Done

It'll cost a pretty penny
Cast spell leave ya shook

What's good
All my niggas cloaked in hoods
No face leave no trace
Doing what you wish you could

Fuck

I’m in love with these drugs
Should I stay or find the way out

Tell me what you need
Baby like what you need
She wanna be my new pretty lil thing

party, I am taking all the honeys 
With my bestie in the cut and we always looking yummy 
Pretty ladies see me and they looking at me like they're horny

pack my needs I'm burdened, you these Come by this time, straight thicket Taking set, we get wet We bring device, it's the Rasta Man Son, taking some out

Know you belong to me, baby And on my son we got some handsome, pretty
babies I wanna show them how y'all kick it with me
Wanna show them how y'all

a mirror Realize I’m the one
You been threw a tone Your feelings are gone
I put on my cape I’m saving you
The toxicons inside I’m curing
No breaking no

didn't wanna see fireworks
You put pride into making that a day I wouldn't forget
But look at me now, it's funny how the tables turn
Hear it in my tone

black jeans on
I play the guitar
A pretty dark tone
The tune freezes my heart
To it's core

I feel so empty, I feel so broken
The hole inside is getting

to call home
I miss the days I had my own
I miss the tone, I miss her voice
I can feel it ringing in my bones
And I know she would've found a way
To make

Who's at fault? Who said what?
Dead men walk, Dead men talk
Late night walk take the long way home
Ain't my block that's the wrong way home
Bruised

started wit a dream
Pop was gone, by my teens
Crazy as it seems, that made me hustle smarter
Help me understand karma
That shit real, use to tell me do dirt

personality's created by my traumas

I've got a tone of make up
But dolly eyes will never say I'm dead inside
I've drawn the shiny glitter tears 
So nobody ever