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did then
I would be
A lot more successful and
I would see
At least
Half of my dreams
Fulfilled by now
Been hungry but feel like
I could feel full by now

we in the sky tonight
Come up where she like the light
Took her to a different universe by using all my might
Mmm
Then I connect her soul
Ugh
Yea she

Proper

Verse: 14

Buddy asked me for a verse told em I charge a lil fee.

scrunched up his face what you thought I'd do that shit off GP.

Stop that

mediated tensions
The middle man, little man
Gets off on division
Provided by visual intentions
To Rotate aggression
But I know IM BAD
YOU just refuse

the fuck you feel like I deserve you
And y'all gone let that track bitch sit there and tell stories
My Patna put me on game when she was best friends wit lil

Take a dive, get a little wet it’ll dry 
I ain’t even hit 25, I ain’t even live
Half a life, I ain’t even

Knock on wood, I’m a lil ‘stitious
I don’t

could get the smoke, no nicotine
Yeah my shit is dope you might as well take a toke
I'm trying to stay afloat & this is not no lil boat
Make something out

gettin' fatter, bruh
Pull up in a Maxima
Turned up to the maximum
We in here layin' tracks again
This here was designed
And it wasn't by no accident
Like

Stay blessed broski
But yo hit me back, and stop making these likkle one two tracks like you're roadman
You know you're not on road like that
You know

didn't believe in me, so I up and left (I up and left)
Ain't have no handout, I did this by myself (Did it by myself)
They said they would be here for me,

the statue
My physical is pure, covered in no tattoo
Chillin' in my throne, the man's home is his castle
You only got a one track mind or what have you
I need

think that you live
You motherfucker

Yo, even written by a pro your weak-ass flow is a shame
And I know that you know you don't belong in this game

'm on my way (way); let me stop by the store
Get a twelve pack of Corona plus a ounce of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on Highway 2-7, need a natural graze road
I

his roof down
Peanut Reese's Cheetos the visas
Are Mrs nussbaum's

I'm a liar I'm a nuisance
I'm a fighter acting mulish
I'm a license owning pile who

the mic we called a truce
Boosted by the juice every track produce 
I infuse spoof music with lines of truth-I'm
Silver lining proof, that life is nice
Just

shoot, I think I been missing my classes, procrastinating on rap battles”
Such a fuckin’ hypocrite when you come at me, lil goof
And luxury? OH, we know

to know bout me that creativity won’t crash
When we recording that track, you know Bacardi by the glass
Contraband be in the stash, Oh lil mama got some ass

Fueled by the Holy Ghost and some adrenaline
When I dash, my moves are so meticulous
Not intimated by the middlemen
Quarantining Mr. X’s wickedness
Making

kidding me!” The chemist laughs, waving the baby blues hand at the performer who smiles then sinks back in the couch.
“I made a lil track just now

mad at the kid, I'm in the sky wit' this bitch
Just put a track on the wrist
Woah, you can't be mad at the bitch, woah-oah
Don't know it's yo last day

Fuck all that talking lil nigga let’s link
SRT no this not no lil Jeep
By myself it was me vs me
High with the wealth I can spend with the kings
I want

'm on the come up, reverse missionary
Abstract tracks, we're the real visionaries
Your poets' society fills cemeteries
Skip the old guard, I'm Chris Paul

the market's
Swiftly move to mark it show the world W.H.O the mark is
I'm similar to where started
I mean Ive got a Woo hand
First reports it's not spread by

to a nine
i hit that track with david banner talk that lip to me now
pussy niggas like to hide, drop a bomb and surprise
tired of lettin niggas ride, gave em