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connected than my past flames (in the past)
Cuz he don't even call me by my rap name (Young McCoy)
I be yelling at the sky I never had faith (where he at?)
My

on a shelf
Because every minute ticking by
Is money Lost from your wealth
Yeah I know what it's like
Being broke with no hope
But my music slip the knot

and Jasmin 
A young Angelina and Brad Pitt
If you’re a cake than I'm the motherfuckin' fat kid


And I don’t care if I ever get famous 
Cause just by lookin

Run
Those escapades were famous in our family
Folks like brother cmos would come by just to see
Some would take a rooster, bet on some ol' hen
Grandpa

callin' me famous, yah
In the clouds
Flyin' so high, I ain't comin' down
Birds of a feather got my flock around
But it took a little time to get off

kinda strange

Climbed a tree and I got so high 
Found the girl when she walked by
Texted her, she soon replied
Meetin' her parents this friday night

snitching

No we aint writing no statements
Doing that well leave your brain on the pavement
I just wanna be wealthy Fuck being famous
When she with her nigga

to slide
You keep breaking all these habits
But you can't seem to get by

'Cause you used to daydream about the things
You'd do and say when you were

inside?
Would you write your famous lines?
And you lay your secret plans
For suicide by slight of hand?

And you let me down so kindly
You don't love me
But

week and raise my mileage
​guardin cut his fucking hair
Now I don't like him
Depression take me by 25
Fuck going out, I'll just stay inside
"This isn't

I look for car wrecks when I'm bored
Can't stop watching
Cause I was promised that a killer
Time would be had by all
In a town famous for automobiles

famous now, ay
Fool, fuck us up, where you from
I don't even bang nothing
I grew up, New York
Now I live by the border thats somethin'
I just ate fool,

enough I'm bout to go

Think I'm the greatest and it made me famous
They label me as underrated
And I'm never changing
I'm rocking with my Vasi clique

wearing bacon as jewelry
Famous rappers need the help of eleven writers to be capable musically
Make the baddest diva melt when I bend her spine as I'm

on the bag
Hope my old friends grown up and don't live in the past
Years go by
I'm writing this book of life the pages filling up fast
I just need somewhere

bodies neighbours auntie got the same house lived here for ages said I buy a new one when I get famous she said no I guess her answer never changes
Never

suckers I got a kid to feed
Loyal I still look out for niggas who ain't did shit for me
Don't judge me by sins bitch imma man I had to make it out
Drowning

we pop out with them poles
This the trenches even killers getting finessed by these hoes
Swear to god I felt nostalgia when they caught me with that

trippin
If you ain't making money, then I don't wanna kick it
She got fucked by the gang, then I don't wanna hit it
Red Rover, Red Rover, the way these

Cam's bless
I ain't making em famous unless they wanna be dead
So if I'm running, I'm running and if I'm giving these legs?
When I'm coming, I'm coming, I

stress 'em
I need a rolly for the time cuz my time getting expensive
My flow is like a diamond, sharp and intensive

Driven by ambition, and a hunger

i thought i’d be famous by the time november came and i was nowhere
hard for me to justify another year of falling, i caught no air

but i jumped off

every day
For next to little pay
Getting screamed at by some boss to just go wish the week away
My plan, is to get famous
But damn, these pricks are

to get me by myself, I'm out the lot (lot, oh)
But I ain't scared of him I know my mind is on lock
T-take me to the highest, I won't accept it it'd feel