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know we gon' spin
We gon' spin for the love of the kin
Add It Up

Bitch, I'm faded off gelato, got my vision blurred
My white boy was gone on three RPs,

got Glock 43, you play with me
This nigga gon' be around He tried to spend it by that hoe
I swear these niggas fuckin' south And there's no bully

Catch

more than a ring Have my heart and spleen, or everything the
way you set a scene Yo drip on 3,000, girl, it's so fresh and
clean I swear, could never be

ripped-out spines

(Hook)

Woo woo woo
Woo woo woo
Woo woo woo woo
Woo woo woo

(Verse 3)

My lyrics rip brains with Tiger Crane
Tear up terrains, drip like

Noo Noo
That's why I stay On God and I stay on love
Liberty Imma speed it up
240 On a 3rd Mainz Imma run it up
Imma Live it up
For my life Ahh
All my

Imma get a flow for the vision
Fore' I let em know what the vision is and
When it's time for the vision
Time for the mimic
Time flies by when it's

pleased by his candor 
And he wasn't too with my lifestyle 
He was talkin' bout' the things I'd abandoned
He was sayin' how my soul looked famished 
I

Eastside bout.
scheming niggas got that heat brought out. When I seen them niggas out by esha
house Told em bust a move since now the secrets out.
got

the one that I
Adore

I will get blessed by staying humble
Nose wiped clean, staying out of trouble
Circles 3D, keeping it bubble
Got lots of love to give

to break

My verses stuck in your brain call me a tiktok trend
Seeming annoyed by it but you'll listen again
I'm a lyrical Da Vinci when I pick up a pen

shown it
So get off my cajones
Don't ever play yourself
By thinking that you know me
I pray when I am lonely
I pray for God to grow me
I pray I pray I

someone like me
Why can't you just comprehend
You goddamn right I'm gon be free
You been mad since I been three
They got mad when I OD 'ed
Since then I've

silence em
You added up
If he take away from me
I am divided em
Multiply that by the fact that I have been given nothin
This is not up for discussion
I am

shots in the private jet
Mirror Mirror on the wall

[Verse 3: 7 Pages]
50/50 in another way
I can trap in another way
Bitches trapping in the private jet

like poker, you bidding too, but I can match that and raise that by four n*gga

[Chorus]
Hit em up. Put your mother f*cking hands up (Get ‘em up n*gga)

the gas who laughin the last true passion I have you mad I'm glad don't trip Oh no won't
flip won't fold don't quit go bold no risk no gold
Verse 3
We

did when we look bacc
the times just skip by so fast
sometimes we wish we could go back 
but memories make it alright
we live for the things we

what I'm about to say with out a doubt or delay you better get out the way.

Verse 2

Came from a family third son sixth child plagued by insanity cursed

motivation AceMentor 

[VERSE-1] 
Whenever am down you would hold me up and motivate
 Even when the devil will be trying to exasperate
 You‘ll be by my side

ain't fuckin' wit me aye it's cool same to you
Infinite level up super Mario stage 3 on the stairs
c free man from there
Infinite chances make

living day by day 
Not that I don't want to be paid a weekly wage 
the clock tick tocs but what have I made
What have a gained nothing I can trade
For

stay true, all rhymes I make new
cause im trying to keep up
how can i be enough when i get by with luck
never have enough, never good enough
never have

think I left y'all
Back in  95 I put Red Out on vinyl 

This music now strange deranged it's mental
Pushing Percocet Molly and death by Fentanyl

I see,

niggas be capping for thrills.


We out here eating lobster and steak while y'all piecing up on a meal.

We out here rolling 3.5's y'all out here smoking