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don't mean that we friends 
Fake in ya face, I don't fall for pretend
By the time may come, I want a new whip 
I just set that goal, and wrote it in pen

back
Fake love isn't real so why putting on an act
Riding till the wheels fall off? but you always catch a flat
Smoking on Exotic yeah my weed come in

Yeah
Unh
You know
Things change
People change
You fall in and out of love
It's a roller coaster baby
Yeah, unh, unh
Hehe, I got it

Hate that we

we gonna go ontop of the world (Amen)
Some of them wanna be like HEgang (Amen)
Tell them Dave Fortune nigga tell them we the master
Cuz we coming out

you know you running out of time
Lies that remain in the mind
Enjoy the green before the bloom everything must fall and end in a tomb
I hope it all ends

Pull em vibes all week No restrictions 
Is purely a one hundred or 0 to none 
Y'all dig
Do the maths by yourself
Kwaku Drizzy yuh

Shit is getting

on?
Many more plus two out of your three
And I didn't sign anything I did it all for free

Since you were scratching on the surface like you're DJ Lambo

tongue make a good girl go bad quick
They can tell by the way that I walk my walk
That a boy been match fit
Hit that pitch then whip up the hat trick,

like beds in a prison room
Electrical magnetic field under concrete that you walk upon
Haters try to walk on me but they are blind will fall
Witness

me by the way he raps
Talking bout his life and experiences he had
I'm tired of all this new songs
Saying shit to his ex, other guys or some
C'mon we

as incense
Work learn grow
Superstitious
Suspicious 'bout the fucking powers that be
Boutta oust em flower power down to prosper in peace
And I will not fall

these actors
I mean rappers
No whip, switch gears
Driven by all the passion
You do it for the fashion
Pussy boy, you steady lacking
OnYx made a song but

Yeah
Dhaniel Kruz
Yeah from my heart
I just pull it out, oh no
Gat to take it, gat to break it
Make money to the point when you talk jokes
When nigga

selfish you that's my recipe
To be a better me, live by my own tempo
I'm investing cash you would have spent on a stone bezel
Inner drive as a Porsche

Letters Home

WRITERS:
Anslee Davidson Dave Davidson

PRODUCED BY:
Matthew McVaney

LYRICS:

Dear Home, it's been a while so I thought I'd write

I don't wanna lose
I don't wanna lose
I don't wanna lose
No new friends, who is you
Baby come and roll with me
I keep you right by my side
If you

on her back 

Ohzu freeman the jet black Jedi
You Been smoking week but the beam caused the red eye
Badder than them boys out of Bed-Stuy
 She speak in

Fire on my hip, when im movin around
You know me, I come from the shit sewer
I used to post up by the strip store
Jugging til' I run out and go get more

phat rhymes
Boast my skills while I'm crippled by my lack of confidence
I'm unstable in the cranium, confused all the time
Standing over dead rappers

a thousand islands
Passport crazy mileage
You keep coming for the click, I gotta fight back
I got dreams at night, lay 'em by the night stand
For my weed

it like it's trouble
Yeah!
You a opp
I see you live without a motto
You don't stand for something you gon fall like no tomorrow
I don't do the sugar

about you

Every time you in my mind girl I take a trip
Got me fantasizing about nights out in Martinique
Got me thinking if we take a chance with each

These niggas be hating
Know they waiting on me to lose
Waiting on me to fumble
Waiting on me to fall
I could never fold
I don't let too many near me

nicely on your lap
Want me to relax
Boy nothing wrong with that
Just test out my limits then I'm good with that
You're like ice cream
And I want you on my