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off
Nigga claim he steppin crazy, that ain't even how you come off
If I know one thing
surrounded by demon I'm subject to change
Nothing comes easy

to die, I don't give a fuck
I will not spare no nigga
Yeah, nigga got wrapped up, by that trigga'
Yeah, that's yo bitch, nigga, you can die with her
Yeah,

pants off

But I pull up in Corvette
Tell me last time you had chat
Last time nigga was here
Nigga I ain't break sweat

Bitch wasn't here but her best

the wheels fall off
And this bitch burn down
I’m a fight till I taste the pain
We are the champions, my friends
You remember that?
And we’ll keep on fighting

the truth at all niggas ain't for you

Fuck him though leave them
I'll be Ight bro 
Learned that I don't need em 
We don't share a chromosome 

Get it by any

that are stayin' tuned, it's
Just the beginning, I ain't got a lot of stuff that's On my mind, that I can't define
Nah, nah, nah,

I don't know, I don't

the Glock by my side
Ain't no opps outside, don't be surprised
I'm still paying the price for just lying
I can't hide from my demons, they find me
I'm

33 nigga feelin' like I'm P Ewing
Ain't mad that bitch doing
What I been doing
T.E.Z on a bitch but you been knew it
She like makeup she a clown
Yeah

Chorus 
Ain’t no introductions 
I ain’t kissing nothing 
Bitch wanna see me in jail 
(Ha) 
Forty Im bussin, I’m finger fuckin 
This the fire man

nigga if he ain’t got the dough
Get yo money drop that pussy to the floor
If you a big fine bitch gone drop it to the floor
Tell them skinny bitches hit

I'm tired of all this pain, them pills help me escape
That dope it keep me sane, I'm smoking kushie to the brain
I fucking drank, fuck strippers in

bitch
He tweaking on that stressing shit
Drunker than a motherfucker liquor got the best of me
This liquor got the best of me

I aint been to school in

bad
How you acting bougie with no money hoe you don't got no bag
Twerking on the gram bougie bitch yeen even got no ass
And them niggas that you fucking

finna leave yo side
Yu a bad bitch can't nobody say that yu ain't right
(Yea yea yea)
Lil bitch remember way back
When i was stuck cause i ain't have dat

frontin and actin a punk and I don’t know what’s up with that 
I ain’t above anybody and I keep my cool but A bitch I have never been. 
Kickin it where im

you
Just know it's a wrapp
And I ain't losing no sleep
I'm straight to the bag
If I ain't bothered by a bitch
Just know she a fag
And I can teach a test

I'm cold
I show no love bitch I'm cold
I show no love bitch I'm cold
I don't really live, but I ain't really dead
So I'm stuck in between, lost

mind
Fuck that

Nobody in this bitch can touch me
But I ain't wasting my time feeling comfy
I ain't in if it don't involve fans or money
(So whats

points in a game
Confidence bitch I feel like I'm dame
New go up on that bag
I'm gonnna go far as I can
Running thru to get these yards
Inch by inch up

Ain't no sense to bitch about it
Cause you all know what's gone wrong
Late at night, when you're in your bed
The bad don't seem so wrong

Tryin'

chris
Trapstar you can tell by my wrist
Glock 40 i ain’t using my fist
Lil bitch name sierra i ain’t talking mist
Fuck a uber i need me a lyft
My brothers

to use my pain to haunt me
Pain fear guilt dismay anything to try and taunt me
Them demons always active try and always take my soul
But I'll tell that

Self harm is a problem that ain't got a cure
Uh uh
My vision has gotten worse
The good times are a blur
All the pictures of me smiling are starting

life's a bitch (bitch)
And you happy when your ass get rich (get that money)
Blow my money 'cause a bag ain't shit

I just lost my house