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I'm smoking weed, tryna get my mind right What you tryna do, what you tryna say
I'm tryna send a bullet to that boy airway And this what i mean by

Waiting on my shawty, she ain't call me yet
Hey yeah
Driving through the city by my lonely yeah
Hey yeah
Tripping, vision blurry, then I saw the text

Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the
City go rushing by
I sit here alone
And I wonder why

Friday night and everyone's moving
I

Chinged man down like the country don
No case on the country boy
Its such a shame that we took his girl
Made man scream and she almost fell
Oh well
I can

Why you talking like you
Walking amongst the dead
Put that on your mother fucker
Me I'll have born again
Less you be haunted by the kid
Stress you don't

The fake that's an anime
I can see right through t
He fake that's an acetate
She won't come by cause
I make her procrastinate
I make her scream
And you make

the last of the Mohicans (mira)
Going overtime
'til your body weakens
Got them leaking just by the way
That I am always speaking
You must be tripping if your

don't care anymore
Close the door
And throw the keys
To the see
I don't care no more


Yeah, look
I don't really care no more
Pain ain't be showing no

Let me not beat around the bush, boy I'm brutally honest
Look, like most spitters done cap on the dub, but I'm usually modest
Still got these yutes

the paper
Feeling colder by the deed, and I do it for my creed
Ain't no street we cannot sweep, boy you know we bring that danger
So baby, slow it down
We can

And soul snatchers
Too curious to look away
So I'm driving reckless
On them rainy days
I just wanna be
Recognised and accepted
Never thought
About loved

it started today

I've been grinding day till night 
If my life is feeling alright 
By GODs grace and all His might
Man no dull

(You don't know 
Cos

like I was Tanqueray

'Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your Stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear me down like Roger Moore

I

Yeah, see this shit sound a little better on God
I knew I wasn't tweakin'
Yea
Ran up a fuckin' bag, I know how it feel to be rich now
Smokin' on some

crip
The way that I'm be rolling
Two piece by my side
And it there for the controlling
Niggas think they grimey
Till we get to the exposing
They better

That boy Kimo in this, motherfucka

When I said I love you, I promised you that I meant it
Fishbowl the whip, you can see me, this shit ain't tinted

they slipping You tripping you about to be I in another dimension, boy, you
tripping You been faded by the dream
You always, you always, you always let

at home y'all just go online and tweet shit
We back on top keep talking shit boy that's gone stop
JR bring the earthquake I just came in like the aftershock

the army
Swear I try to keep it peaceful
Got a hundred thoughts that's evil
We got gas by the pound, All smiles no frowns
Seven shots, seven rounds
We might

big boys
Where I'm from, they don't make it, tryna fill a void
My niggas making big money, off of Bitcoin
You must not care about yo life, tryna step

down the street
Met this chick that kept looking down at my jeans
Yes ma'am that would be me,
G-SALIH, but if it slip ya mind, I also go by these

of street niggas walking
They don't do no talking, they just on the watch for the opps
There should be a sign in New Orleans to proceed with caution
Better

around
We're doing wrong by our mother, letting Jesus down

I do believe we can give and take only what we need
We should have enough for the faint hearted

And a cardboard box
Jar broken by SMU jocks

I just wanna lift the bins
And make the rollers spin
Hang out in the shade
Fill the trunk parade
Oh no, another mix-up