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hard to speak?
Getting harder to swallow and breathe
By the minute, see

Puke my guts out
Hack and couch my lungs out
Stash is running low
So i better

Burrberyy jacket got a Glock i gotta tuck it 
Drive by see that nigga i gotta pop him 
Sippin double cup, nigga we aint drinking lean 
Fuck that

all his ends and tell all my friends
We gon be lit by the weekend...yeah that's right
I got the nigga for all he got 
He used to be that nigga now my

Beefing with my Haters maybe They Jealous coz they ain't
Getting paper its not
My Fault you a Lazy
Bum that road to Success i don't Wanna walk I wanna Run

conversation
seemed to drone

oh what a pity 
about that boy from OK City
who left his mama waiting 
by the phone, by the phone

Towers and tycoons
taxi cabs

Hop in the shower, sober up
Thought I'd change by summer but
It's october love
Still so young, got aces up my sleeve

Hop in my car drive down

Think she want something from me
Three days same clothes, yeah the fit look bum
But I got two phones cause they keep copping from me
Soleil a real estate

The apples steady falling from the tree,
Ok ok.

Litty galore, trippy alure. Give me some more, 
Hippy noir, trilly accords.
Live by the sword 
die by

spit who box this
Turn explorer Dora to horrorcore bum rapper
Tour to tour from door to door morning after
Pills for girlies that squeal slipped on that

as she heard them Sirins hold up 
My people need a breather 
You see us rolling reefer
Wit a bad one Trina kick it no fifa
Ms Bonita Apple bottom Bum
You

eyes[01:17.41]Heat me up quick when he grab me by the thighs[01:19.71]The way I watch my nigga back, you would think I'm his spy[01:22.15]But aye, back to the bum

I have your attention
I just need y'all to listen
I just need y'all to picture going down this road
Yeah, this road called life

Know I'm by your side

sirens
It's wild
Hit the booth and cry out
Make a song that's timeless
Bum's out on the corner
They're there to remind us
When I open eyes I decided that I

walkę toczą by zdobyć kwit i mordy moczą
Choć żaden z nich nie jest moczymordą to każdy z nich chciałby wygrać w Lotto
Wiara to to moje motto wierzyłem że

by, just like the cars that are on the road
And it's fine when a grinner makes a fortune
But can't tithe, just like the bum with the broken heart

Feelings with Astoria
Jackson Heights heat tongues past the sun
Open nights served rockets past dem bums
Bums to Mets, meet Johnnies, Redbird line
King

trying to make it out the mud 
Are you still excited by those bum's 
Now you growned, and all hasty to be mom 
I missed prom
I losed bond's
Lost more than

Well she's first at the bar on giro day
First out the cab when it's time to pay
Woah, she's got a bum knee
A name like a deity

Oh she's got red card

by myself on the sofa
I ain't giving in just yet this ain't over
Living in sin need a four leafed clover
And some closure, hold composure
While my

a dead motherfucker
Break my bones cuz I ain't made of rubber
Why you such a bum
Spread your wings, don't flutter
Sitting in the open I ain't trynna find

through the hood pack by my side
Ain't got a badass bitch to ride with me gotta be real and she gotta be fly indeed
Can't catch me fucking with no bum ass

you try something funny, my shooter gonn blow the gun

I don't fuck with bums Surrounded by killers, They always ready to blow
Some I get treated like

a thug in your life
Love when I see into you baby
Oh, promise you won't do me shady
I've been by my lonely lately
Give me one chance and I promise I'll do

wanna slide cause she know we ain't them other guys
I need pape lil bro that bum shit they on got me traumatized
I'ma get this bag by any means thats