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I'm feeling nothing
I feel it all
I'm feeling nothing
I feel it all

Been a long time
Since I started up this climb
I've been trying to find a grip

[Verse 1: Luss]
Narcissistic, spit a bar and flip it like a narc when snitchin/
Awkward visions, hammer spark division with a hard incision/
Our

Miami's heat like Kendrick Nunn
She had to pack that pussy up get on the run
With no money around she's been asking where the fun uhh
Can't pay the bills by

Jenny a beast, I think I should call her, yeah
She hot
Nice to these niggas, nah nah
She like when I pull up on her
Lil' shawty being still, homie
Run

guarantee you'll love it if you fuck around with me
240 got the sauce, man 240 bring the heat
240 making waves when he surf up on the beat
240 bring the salsa

Pull that choppa out
It's searchin' for you like your ass on Tinder
Bitch, I got gorillas

I beat up her back when I'm in Kenner
Bitch, I'm droppin' bags

(Mmm, bitch nigga, mmm)
(Doesn't matter)
(The hero)
It's been one minute, bitch nigga but I'm still wit' it
Stop flaggin, you know what city

you
I flip game two sides a coin toss
I be in my bag to switch up but steady going off
Ran through so many bills forgiveness ain't in me chill
My lil

message'll mess up by the end
They'll hear that dababy's da future while I'm da fuckin' friend
Sheesh, I don't mean to look
You just hotter than bobby when he

whipped up a beat
This shit just too easy I kick up the feet
Feel like my money gon' pick up this week
Give me just one bet I'm gon' flip it to three
I

enough of my fine ass
If i let em hit it just one time
When I call em up, he come fast

Ion need em, he can kiss my ass and that's a fact
See me

got no cure or no vaccine[00:31.01]It's funny how lil homie hate on me[00:32.22]Nigga I took yo bitch[00:32.99]She think you whack still[00:34.00]He

TO THE FIVE-
WE UP IN THE BUILDING
cND ITS cLL THE WcY LIVE-
FIVE TO THE SIX
SIX TO THE SEVEN-
I REPRESENT THE WHOLE FcM
cLL THE WcY TO HEcVEN-
SEVEN

let them boys in
That lil' bitch broke his heart, so he fin' a go fuck her friend
I'm steppin' on they necks, I do it in my retro 10s
I said I love her,

waking by alerts
Notifications going off I'm hearing chirps
Two o clock in the morning this can't be work
My ig going ham it's lit bezerk
I slide up nigga

Hell raised God's Son
Wanna do good 
Stressing when I'll see the outcome
A billi' is nothing without ones
Piling up more than I spend it cause I'm

more? Are you not pressed
I been setting up rep, fu-fuck a bench press
I been ducked by a bitch then I hit next
She done unsent texts so I refresh
One

homie for life (be your homie for life) 

 
Baby, you know I love you but you got some issues as time goes by it makes me sad because I still don’t get

boy baby faced lil Rome 

Still solid same team different hoes

For the win baby fuck was you doing 

Counting money daily fuck is you doin

Tell me

the air
Lil' homie sleep in the chair...
Ima just keep it a Bill 

12 heard about it
I ain't even worried about it
We serving errr body
Magic like Irving

to hold back the chosen
It was strictly biz to mark the wax then goin off on it
By all means necessary they would boogie down bronx it
the main ingredient

kingdom for you
That aint servin satan
That is servin God
You aint gotta sell you soul for no blue faces and a image
Cuz it was days when I was dead broke

all up and put the trapping down,
I got addicted to the life I ain’t mad about it,
I fell in love with it like it got a drug in it 
Maybe cuz it does I

Hitting notes like the Fugees 

Used to keep my lil raps on the lowkey 

Now it’s way too hard cause they know me

Bro pack the thunder on him like I’m Loki