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made it on my own, don't need no feedback, nigga
No, I don't need it, like oxygen without you, baby
Girl, I can't breathe, I'm sorry not my pain
Lately,

I.V
In the mist of tryna fix this mess, I'm at a loss, but been tryna redirect
I read a book about evil, I look at life as a threat
I know you people

wasn't for this music shit
I probably wouldn't be a free citizen
A 9 to 5 won't do it (though I'm grateful)
I know it won't build wealth for generations

escaping
I had to use my five senses like a teen that is vaping
I'm fatigue muscles shaking
People leave I keep raking
I'm the worlds deviation a different

everybody back to bitchin

Seeing all this pain within my eyes could make the devil cry 
Every night im writing raps an in the day a nine to five 
Iannoying

L-O-V-E can be a fucking problem
H-c-T-E can be a fucking burden
You've felt heartbreak
You've experienced the pain
You know where to point

can't let it go

I'm in the city
And you're not with me
So used to you leaving
But i can't let it go

Feeling of pain feels so good when it's inflicted by

my weed
In the jungle like I'm Tarzan, find a vine then I swing
Get the drop 5:59, we gon' slide by six
Would've thought I had carpal tunnel, how I

down by myself now and reminisce
I feel the pain through my veins

I see the fake through the shades
Man, I see them now
Man, I'm sliding , behind  five

It's the live one
Uh
Whatever your heart believes, my nigga,
That can be achieved
You just can't be afraid to work and hide the pain when them no's

Uh huh 
Uh huh
Whoo
Yeah, yeah, let's get it 

Fuck you 

cy, yeah
What up my niggas and niggettes
If you ain't know by now, yeah I been next 
Gained

handed in their own game
Short selling shill stocks makes em moan in pain
Hustling retail makes 'em seem like bustahs
Bluster a sucker cuz I ain't no

leave ya being so blinded
Rich ass homes with gates they can't find us
Confiding in therapists, 300 dollar hours
So you can talk about how the pain you

Imma Rasta don dada with my whodie dem
I can tell a nigga's intentions by the look in him
Call me Mr. Devil man how I'm serving them
We ain't

was the reason I was outed from the queue
Pleading and begging by neighbors got me back into the queue
I waited five more hours to be attended

Too much rainin, but i wont let it scrape me up
Never I gotta stay focused take it day by day
They ain't wanna see me win
They counted me out time

made us whole

For the city where they died, niggas most likely foes
It's a damn shame, I mean some shit really changed
Gettin' stabbed in your back by

five days is what I'm told

Thankful, I don't need to take no fuckin' action
Roll over in the bed grab my phone as a distraction
All of that is just

Old man smoking a cigarette on a park bench
Yells out "Hey!" as I'm walking by
He seemed pretty harmless, so I said okay
I'll give him five minutes,

(64n did this)
I'm just tryna make it rain
I've been broke for 5500 days
They saying that money ain't everything
But the money heals the pain
You

organic or my health might suffer
As I grew old I was told to be tougher
Gotta shoot the five to survive but I'm a rapper
No doubt, if the shots ring out,

And I gave pain to the streets, they try to judge me off my lifestyle
I was just with bro, I got that news, I'm lookin' at my phone, I'm like how

in head first
No hold ups
Legs up in da air
This  a stick up
Hold up let me
Put this glick up
By round two guarantee
She  want get up
Like jody stand

miss my little miss
All this pain that I be feeling
She's the one that eases me
So I adorn her in two tone
Damn her drip be Givenchy
Switching up her