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in this room by all these blank expressions
They can't hear a word I'm saying so there goes the message
They can pinpoint my flow, but solely it's not

the first time
Got me feeling like I got a cursed mind
Now I have to pretty much purge lines
Pulling up all out of my dirt
I'm looking at the clock and it's

bush
Burning lapakish
Backwoods by the tree load
No where close to equal
Beating up the beat slow
Making sure you feeling every second
Like an eighteen

but niggas ain't got a heater like calling me for your album then charging Me for a feature
My versus coming like a sermon to a preacher
And now these

They cannot stop us all aboard we on the money train
They throwing dirt on my name but fuck it man they say a lotta things
They probably mad as fuck

fault I giggle when we got this nigga laughing

Until his cheeks feeling so numb (Ay, that's the girl you like?)
Mostly in these times, it's feeling

belongings forgotten

Where I've gotten is not by accident
Faltering faith but its never ment
Influence in this life got us all tryna vent
No matter my faith

Fuck her feelings (Stop playin)
She heard we rap now she fuckin' wit us (Fuck with it)
Do it! Do it! Do it for a nigga (Do it for a nigga)
If you came

vacation
Popped up for a pop up
Atlanta, they adopt us
Black bottles, & hypno-tuck
Get the conversation chopped up
Made memories, lessons taught us
Buried

don't fuck with us cuz them boys don't play round
It's just a matter of time so baby just stay down
I got mud all in my cup young nigga from H Town
Went

Chernobyl
The world is collapsing only God can save us
So keep your head up
Davie quit rapping you need some singing
Whats the difference from the future

the world turn into ashes
Laughing at niggas who doubted us
While them niggas fight over never having shit
Damn the feeling immaculate
You should feel this

tryna
Get you up to my God
Till your vision's all blood red
Like you Cyclops
But the only way to do that is if your life's lost

By his stripes I'm

that steam like a sauna
This that type of stuff
That really get me in my feelings tho
Back in the day
My last ex did me dirty bro
Deceiving and had

Verse 2: CJ Fly
It's the Pro Era movement, name a chick who ain't with it
The biggest bigots biggin' up the illest by just listening
I'm lane switching,

feeling, I know it oh so well
You're reeled in by the millions
And rented cars to
Avoid the day that they throw more shells
I'm in the back observing,

I been trynna teach em how to trap but they ain't been listening 
Speaking on a game that they don't know
Like play by play from the trap via Sal

selfish baby
Back in 2012, we use to run around
But you kept us on the low like we were underground
Started dissing all my dreams
Now your hearing every

and pack of razor blades
c 40 oz of  just to make a home movie
Porno or snuff tapes it's all the same to me
cnd it's hosted by yours truly C-H-I-L-D Childish

Piece by Piece imma get there just like a rubix
These bars a ruthless I just hope I don't lose this
These girls in my lane got me swerving
They see

claim to my prime
Feel like Pluto, I ain't planet but I'm still by design
Yeah now I'm feeling, uh, different feelings now as a college boy
I got

up on a check
I did that by myself
We go anywhere, any place
With the name whole way
Its TK and that's the Ca$h, ho fix ya face! (ho fix ya face)

showin' off my riches
Do not give a fuck about bitches, these bitches is never winnin
Tay and Jay forever twinnin
You can't flex above us wow
We gon' hype

Melon is question fuck this feeling
Alone with weapon