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still got drip 
Mood swing like crazy like some one flipped the switch
8 bucks an hour use to make a sandwich 
Swervin through street yeh I think I might

do the dash, yeah

Lovin' make you feel no pain

Love it when I scream yo' name

Drop top, my whip, push button that start,

Lose my head on my bitch,

tandem,
So why is you bring up would rathers?

Fuck all trolley's and mental trolling
Yo cognitive dissonance isn't holy

One getting trampled, we ravioli

of yo' energy
Like I don't know what's gotten into me
Way more than a friend to me
Like we can share the same enemies
Same photos, same memories
I swear

designer ten thousand a fit, yeah yeah you know I'm the shit
Don't need no co-signer I'm already lit, black Louie V bag got it full of them bricks
I was

my trouble
Yo I'm giving you my heart and soul for less than I've been paying for a sandwich just to fill my fucking stomach

It aint nothing, But

the music up for me some (get money, straight up)
Hater-free (hater-free), sucka-proof (sucka-proof)
Yo, real shit
It's like two in the morning, and I'm

got goons up in Africa they at Barbados
We gon' lay that boy down like some chips potato
No I don't want no war fuck I look like Kratos
Been through all

bitch quite all that playing
And come over here and come and please me
Cut the bitch off than got me some money
Now that lil bitch say that she need me
Yo

think I'm local
Wasn't born with it - straight evolution from the mud up
Know the come up real when everybody tryna be yo brudder
Burn the rubber hit

to take parts then let that be my route
I show love the way I wanna not the way yo need it
So stop mistaking my time taken feeling defeated
As if I don’t

as we speak
Love love love love
Love
Did Cupid go round do a drive by?
My wig split
Thinking 'bout loving you

Let's be honest
Let's be truthful

the back, that bitch know I like to fuck
I got louie on my bag, and Gucci by my nuts
Bitch I'll up it for your cash, like gimme all your racks
Say that shit

wasting
And taking salvation
We made it you played it
Yea
You reposted replayed it
Related and saved it
My taste is yo flavor
Aye
Without sauce or the drip

a college drop out
So what you gotta know about the sauce now
OGR repping on my T we got it locked down

I'm feeling alright and she looking all nice I can

this bitch
Yeah, I can't lie, the head super fire
The head got a nigga stunned, I call it "Stupefy"
Harry Potter with the broom stick (Ha)
Harry Potter

I'm mr out-does it
No Harlow but I got options by the dozens
And I ain't with the op shit, cause my homies wanna pop shit
And when they get started they

But I think he was just there to remind me
No body's got a shine quiet like me
When will you get it together (Yeah)
When will your love flow like

on for years and
Ain't nobody show me homage
So I refuse to show another
Nigga that he got it
Better work for what you want
Cause if you don't it could be

ain't sippin' no Tris, this is Wockhardt
Yeah up in the field it get real, and you ain't got no heart
These niggas be fuckin' with twelve, and I don't no

I’ll give it to you how I got it
But know that imma need some effort
Catch yo ass a couple times a week
& then you disappear like Sweatshirt
What you

targets like the games, its (Ooh) 
Legendary, carry through the ages (Ages)
I got balance only cuz He's gracious (Hallelujah)
Huh 

They done made a lil

by the law
I got my own people coming to attack
But this is how it go in the hood when your black
Man this shit wack like a Joe Budden track

dropped out of college
Riding 'round with gang
Chop tucked in case we got a problem
Scam star
Don't ask me 'bout no pots 'cause
I am not around 'em
Same