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humanity
Hoping my art'll end up in the gallery
I need a whole different strategy
I did away with my vanity
I lost my conscious and sanity
I need a whole

me
If you trynna be a good friend no Homs you gotta show me
I tried before to end my life cause I was feeling lonely
Now bitches don't hop off of my

How long has it been here
Without you my friend and the
Years stacking up I don't need to pretend
That I don't anymore
I've been living on edge

Huffin some tree respecting women we minding our bs
I got these roses for all of my friend who aren't telling me how to be me
Keeping the peace
I got these

the ratchet
Yeah I got that za for the low
No I ain't taxin
Forty five a eighth people love it My phone stay crackin
Yeah I'm gettin to it everyday shit I stay

They front like friends, to pretend, and pretense, then sequence, then weekends turn to cap a nikkah 
(Kaepernick) season
For lack of allegiance, for

You took that lil hoe to yo stash house
Catch one of these niggas i'm all in his mentions
It's hard to avoid when you playa made
I up with this forty
He

VERSE
I got one friend to main Nigga's three side, nigga's so I'm irked
I got four hitta's five 40 Glock so don't end up on a shirt 
I got six blunts two

No hands on the wheel, wiping tears off the glass
Okay yeah with you by my side I'll run another lap
You're my friend, you be where I'm at
With me when

don't mean that we friends 
Fake in ya face, I don't fall for pretend
By the time may come, I want a new whip 
I just set that goal, and wrote it in pen

as we do... Because we live in a time when the destruction being caused by our enslavement of animals is threatening the very existence of us, and every

any time to think twice or be Fidgety
Your life is a song performed by a Symphony
So make sure when it's sung the Conductor end it befittingly
Can't

I was raised up in the slum
I won't pretend
In the end I'm my only friend
But then again
I wouldn't be me if it wasn't For them
Metal rain cause a lot

won't pretend
In the end i'm my only friend
But then again
I wouldn't be me if it wasn't For them
Metal rain cause a lot of pain
It's hard to maintain

Walking this mile again
Feeling this deja vu i wonder who else been feeling this
Faces getting familiar by the day and im so serious
I know my exes

this shit every day
I wear that bitch like a Rollie
Roll up and smoke me a stogie
How the fuck I get this 40
Nigga I'm drivin n sippin
You know

was lust, now I think we're better as friends
I thought it never would end
What I'm saying now is what I said then

You can't get a slice of my cake
You

I got a Cuban, I'm boolin' with all the homies
That still know me, not knew me, gettin' scuttered by the end of night
Got my cup held high, pourin'

shit by my stomach
100 thousand in my denim if I'm being 100
 
Picture me rollin in the M8
40 on my lap with the ten plates
Your clique good when your

Imma WHOOP yo ass!

Kayla, go get that ball for him 
I love 'em 
By the end, there's gon' be arguments
And that's just how it goes 
You know it's a good time 

This place is a prison and these people aren't your friends
cin't no postal service when it's always sunday in your head
Letters unsent, burnin' that

the middle
But Had to leave em all behind for a greater cause
So you don't make the same mistake, I Hope you listen
By the end of this I know some of you might

On that sav shit
Yeah I had to set the trend
On rad shit
I ain't even need no pen
Fuck a friend
I'll be by my lonely in the end
Living a prominent lifestyle

time it is

Blessed with the art rhymes that's sharp like a circular saw
Hit the floor like Dorf, who wants the war
Then slide by my, lyrical driveby