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I can tell by the hate in your eyes 
You wanna do something
See us busting down these pies
You wanna do something
See me pulling up in this ride
You

texting
With you by my side I'm gon use you as my weapon
You could be my boo thang put you in some new things
Girl you want the benz or the jag or the new

mixed in our blood, you hide but can't run from
Generational trauma, generational drama
Looking your baby boy in his eyes and then you promise
To never be

Baby it's time
Time to say goodbye
So, baby be gone
Don't need to tell you why
You told me that you needed space 
But babe this ain't no Star Wars

of a scholar, will she be in to me if I call her
I got own apartment, but she only dates ballers
Guidance was lacking like boy with out a FAAAAAATHER
Now let it

the vocab changing is it eerie I guess it's my DNA
How am I allowed, to be talking bout the war in music
My people are still enslaved
How a nigga still living

these
Ive been these for years,
Old poitons
Left on the chair.
Been this
Ive been thiese 
Ive been these for years,
Fruits in market
Take by the hand.

I just started posting, but this music shit I been on
Why everybody praying on my downfall
Probably cuz I'm chosen
Too much hate can't be around y'all

tryna text
She gon be upset when it show her that i seen that text
It been like a week hoe you know im not responding back
Bitch i aint yo romeo
And you

and might go crazy
That left this anxiety inside me for this new day
If I could be honest
I'm quite the fondest and proud of me
Cause even though a lot

I'm fucking the bitch that you trying to hit I ain't cuffing the hoe I'm just trying to hit!
You be texting her phone while she's taking dick!
Boy these

out by any means I had to grab some paper
Talking anyway
Remember as a youngin used to save and watch my penny bank
Still stacking change and that was

Just hit a button Morty, give me a beat
Oh man, okay, alright, um..
I'm a fancy boy, I'm a jack of all trades
I'm a master of the world, oh lord

I'm

Let me tell you bout the boy who was trapped in time
Rattled by the tribulations of divine
Till finally the vision had unlocked the rhyme
Now

I ain't with it boy, fix up ya' tone
No, no, no, no

I know some killers that caught 'em a body
And then they got, low, low, low, low
Snitchin'

the homies rollin doobies tho
Hatin niggas feelin low don't let that blow your high
I just focus on the bad lil baby with the tatted thigh
You better be

All they wanna do is fight
Offended by anything, entitled bout everything
The future's sinking, no hope to be seen
Toxic comments on the screen, they

years old with a pallet gun
Bakka, Bakka

1997 was the first time I got it, watching bad boys
Will Smith and Martin Lawrence
We was playing cops

Nigga rockin' city boy with it
Tampa State of mind he was all the way high 
Selling Jays by the O with Ms. All The Way Live!

Bring it back real rap let

foreign no
But you sure as hell ain't normal no


(Mack)
Baby you know that you got it
I be ya right if you riding
He let you go wasn't riding
He didn't

skin, I feel amazing today
Day by day, I'm getting closer, I'ma be a new king
Tryna think of something better, I'ma need a new flav
Lotta demons tryna get

like Ronald (Ronald, ah)
'Cause that boy just a clown, Ronald McDonald
And that lil' bitch a model
Yeah, she love to suck dick
She gon' suck it

Ain’t have no food it was work in the freezer
Pour up that mud sip that by the liter
Look how I won they thought I was done
Fighting my demons I

(One two three four) (一二三四）
Yo
Ain’t no more
Chilling on a couple of 40’s
I’m done drinking
I never thought I’d ever be able to quit drinking
But I