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drunker than I should be
I'm fucking too honest but I could be
Another fuck nigga rapping 'bout wrapping
Flipping O's by rap and hip-hop, boy
You could be
I

Introvert


[Hook] 

As soon as they left a young nigga got right 
I had to do something mane this is my life 
If I see the money I get on it sight

the eye
By now I'm inside the store and need to choose
Which one of these tickets gonna change my life?
And which one of these tickets gonna change my wife

just want me for a night
Now am getting flash backs
And I just want her back by my side
I try so hard i try so hard i try so hard
But she won't call back

niggas yeah they get swerved
You can tell by my cadences, that I’m really high maintenance
Gucci and Louie, yeah they both my acquaintance
If you broke I’m

later be inundated with poor folk
Lower socio-economical situations
But we were too young to notice the shit we facing
And our mothers were naive
They

a young man alive
Yeah that's making my way
Thank you father for these genes
And I'm happy to say
Alana I love you
And that's through thick and thin
Till

All you had to do was play your part....

Swear my heart feels like it’s in a dungeon, tryna be my main wife bitch you buggin, fuck love ima be

a son daughter husband or a wife
Could of been o d could of been a suicide
Could of been a stray bullet hit your cousin in a drive by
Hold your nana's

He played army with his buddies
Way back when they were young
Pretending pine cones were their hand grenades
And broken branches were their guns

down by the ones I've trusted
How can I believe there's justice
Every time I thought man fuck this
In here I've never known what luck is
Go through

two league, I did that slow he stay grippin
Nigga, how you want some pressure but your wife can't take a lesson
He to stay off of your lane so don't get

Let me go ahead and count up the presidents
Bitch I'm a nerdy ass gangster like Slick
Gripping the beam on the side of my hip
My money too heavy I walk

go

Bitch, I got a fuckin' bomb, I'm wearin' a thong
Jerkin' off while I'm singin' this song, what the fuck you want
Do the drive-by in a fuckin' Chevy

drivin' off in a fast car
Rappin' this out bar by bar Me and Laury on the track, man, that's hard

Get to swipin' like a credit card Punchin' every bar

to proceed[00:39.70]I ain't where I want to be[00:40.96]But I'm still paying respect to all my OG's[00:43.49]Uh[00:44.08]I can't help it that I'm young, rich,

the stairwell
	Descending the stairwell to Hades....
		
		cnd when she gets there she knows       
		She's got money to buy back her soul...

Pretty young men

Complications of common sense
Don't mix with risk
Everybody got a chance
Defined by the one you pick

Are you gonna take yours nigga
Or sit back just like a bitch

a higher rung
They try to run, but expire young, cause the fire stung
I'm too good, my hate pages turn into fan sites
The gang tight, hanging out the whip

purgery and i done poured out my heart and gave it no surgery love me and love back thats common courtesy if i get money we all eat off this currency from

and die by the hoe
Go get get sum money before you go pass out
Might up it and then do the dash on that hoe
I fuck then cut her off
Slashin the hoe
Medics

spend his funds
I'm fucking him good
Now he talking bout soul ties
Deep in my guts he be making my soul cry
Counting this money by hand got me so tired

they got to choose to keep the heat on
 Or buy food cause they really only getting by
Every day he wonder why his father had to die
He can’t cry though,

more plastic than fisher price
In her draws like a kitchen knife wit cha wife
On xanax
She copped me air max with ya Amex
Did more rails Amtrax
Mad Max