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look now two days passed and now he's grieving
Because he caught her cheating
She didn't even care when she said that she was leaving
Damn, bet you

This one's from the heart, yo

I'm done
I'm trying to avoid looking at this gun
But I can't help but notice everyone is having fun
Me? I'm just

anyone caring for
These devils tryna screw around, I’m not playing and
No praying hand from you is gonna be saving man
'Cause I’m stuck hating in

me just to bleed out all the feelings of my heart

Then you'll see the meaning
Clearly when I'm gone
Everything you need me to believe in you was wrong

counting blessings,
Am gon count it well,
Living life like I ain’t got one,
I want d money fuck d fame, I don’t see no one,
Never bite the hands that feeds U

in my palm
Can't use the right hand no more, the left one's writing the song

Cause I know what it's like to deal with demons alone
Sever each head

a bit demanding
Don't mean to be
Forgive me please, I just know what I want
Besides, you said that you would give me the desires of my heart
Now, I admit

broken
But I guess you weren't here to stay
I saw you dressed like paddington
I wanted to stop so we could chat again
Say I'm proud and grab your hand

Seeing a lot of people with miss guidance and no direction
An I'm not no leader or nothing but
I can lead by example
Wait for opportunities when

bullets
I am on it like a rocket on
A course to freakin' pound ya
Call me supersonic 'cause I'm
Running rings around ya
I'm a dab hand with a sandman

boy you aint fooling me no they aint cool to me couple xans booted me
Drug is like food to me guess Im a phene with the lean in my hand poured it out

the stands
I was staying back, even though I wanna throw hands
Bam, bam, watching Chloe take a gyallie by the hair strands, everybody else screaming "OD"

a gift from above
I look for God
When my demons wake up

I'm tired of masking the pain with the lust
Doubting the old me cause when life got tuff
Was

'cause y'all niggas
Talk that big-money shit
You niggas hurtin', though haha (Haaah)
Look

They tell me I'm cocky
'Cause I don't think no nigga can stop me

every inch of wall Space in my Apartment appear more headstone than memory
I'll steady my shaking hands, look myself in the mirror 
And say

Cop up and break up work
I tell my niggas go make a shirt
Bet by next week
We gon make a hearse
They popping bars they don't take no percs
We touching

you in your chest
Feels like your heart just really caves in
The adrenaline starts to pump
The sweat's already drippin'
You feel it in the pit of your

lifespan
You can't scroll over my best grams
Pics dope given heart in hand
Lord knows
Had to let the tidal wave grow
Now your channel is canceled

narrow, bringing us all together
New friends being made in the process
A by-product of the pursuing process
Producing a professional being the main aim;

go toe to toe with a nigga
I don't kno I just figured
You ain't got no heart your insole low, on the slipper
If the shoe fits tell me what the use is

different 

Had the word in my heart no doubt there's a difference 

Devil out for blood would wait and lie in the distance 

Hoping and preying just hoping

sight
So we just get by
Look up to a sky that cycles through these days and nights
With thoughts on our minds
Like do we even have the time
To chase these

(Yeah, look)
All these issues, they start with the I
All these tissues, they start with the lies
I've been taken aback by a lack of promoting
Master

my pen I got the Midas touch
Ghost phantom, hit me a lick and then imma turn to dust
I wrote clever spitting it sicker coz I’m on fire bruh
No hand