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Ay

Gang, gang, gang, gang
Me and the boys don't like you
If one us fight, we all fight you
Put a hit on your head if I want to
Gang, gang, gang,

stand or a real commitment and if I
went to church then I’d call you my angel
but now to me your just stranger

I cant wait to be ( I cant wait )
Alone

got a dad and bro so fuck that shit
I want in for love the romance the beauty the sex and not my bills
I'm not like others she said I want you real
Man

momma, can I have a chocolate and vanilla cone
"Not until you eat some real food! You know your dinner's cold
Everything appears copacetic
But for one

But knew my stupid foolish pride
Was ruined, soon as you walked by
To crash through all my walls
That I used to hide, for too much time
You make me

like Markell nigga my form different
You gotta lead by example you gotta show em different
You tryna tell me bout the limits in this life but God told me

to blue
There are more hats in Team Fortress 2
Than there are real forts in the whole EU
'Fort Boyard' took 56 years to complete
So by the time that it was

just a kid tryna pop.... Putin in work on my block
Neva thought really thought I’d see the top, man I’m lyin always knew it I’ma stop
When you trust in

my heart to hear some shit from my homie
Told me "dammit bro your girl got fucking kissed by K brody"
I'd be lying if I said I didn't still want him

I loved those tight jeans
And the way you'd fight me
And say how much you liked me
It'd excite me
I agree no one's perfect
But you might be
You just

I loved those tight jeans
And the way you'd fight me
And say how much you liked me
It'd excite me
I agree no one's perfect
But you might be
You just

the summer end
Pack re'd up back it up
Bring it back then sack it up
Nigga played me so I jacked em up
Gedo clicked clack racked it up
Slim hit em with

10 and i'm on chapter 9 
From that point on i'd know it's do or die 
And that's how i'm starting to feel daily 
Stay writing in hopes my music saves me

preaching out my mouth
Bitchy people give me shit yeah I'm giving them a shout
I embrace it cus they're basic
I feel sorry for them
You can tell by the tone

turns us from boys to men
Stay focused on your focus don’t give your all to men
Cuz I’ve seen women get destroyed by men
Dam my little lyric, But you're

legends afraid to give me a cosign
They afraid I'mma take on they own shine
So they'd rather sleep on a goldmine
I ain't even mad, we still moving

by my side
The nights we would hit the strip
The trips we took with the guys
Just always know in my eyes
You the realest person alive
For real
I love

come in, and cuff me
Public Defender, don't judge me
Dominos, Cheesy and crusty
I'd never fuck, that bitch musty
Palm Angels, mixed with the Stüssy
It's

Can I just be real for a minute man
I miss them days
You know, before the responsibility and all that
Where, the most important thing you had to do

it's big as a cargo (money matter)
My Naija boys they gat the scope the money coming from Westfargo (omo naija)

Run the town in a new Gallardo
She don't

paddies dey tell me say life for be easy
But ohia kekyere me nso daa na mesane
W) nyame ayy
Money never dey like that
Me then my boys no dey smile by heart

to the sky
Nobody ever really dies
For real, respect Pharrell, Star Trek enterprise
I'mma proud nerd still
Testing me is ill-advised
No Scantron sheet
Master

And it's a mad ting if a boy aint saved Saved by grace and we walk by faith evangelizing
Can change your ways and calling on God and Jesus name

Woosh look I

stuck inside of this rat cage
Like Bruce Wayne in the bat cave, uh
Surrounded by my worst nightmare
Like a badass, ay
Being real with pain
Took a nigga