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family tree told you just to leave me alone
Like no, yeah why do they control
Everything you do, got location on your phone (Yeah)
While ya sittin home

patiently waiting to blow
And I don't wanna wait for the days when you home
You can call me when it's late, I'll be wake by the phone
And you say I raise

pass there
Way you poking in the skirt straight ass yea
Make ya scream like church day, pastor
Got a bag full of money why the fuck is dryin
Cause you

a villain
I’ll pipe my girl down grab my phone start typin these lyrics
Versace or Gucci these questions I can’t relate
Been so far in a hole I ain’t have no

I was riding in my car last week
Vibin' to oldies
Saw myself smilin' from cheek to cheek
Just by myself 

Then i realized 
It's been a minute since i

in the back 
Right by the bike rack with the skater kids 
With the dreams of one day touching racks 
These niggas cool 
Laid back listening to me rap

the mornin' 
I throw my phone across the room 
No thank ya for the warnin' 
Black plague, black plague 

Out west of town, on a dusty road 
I haven't been

nigga
Always stood through the low
Now I gotchu by my side
Hope you stick through the cold
You be in my crib
No make up on
Layed up there
All on your

girl I'm on the bottom
You on top 
Rock the boat girl you on the bottom 
I'm on top 

Shit wait no eighty-eight just called my phone 
Gotta hit

plain -it
Here I am, on my own, I don't need nothing
How I am?, all alone, I don't need no one
See me walk with head, phones, always mean muggin
All I

know it's been a while since we kicked it
I can tell by how you sound this conversation is different
You be happy online but inside it ain't hittin
Every

through a lot
Still got the mind state that she headed to the top
Not a gold digger not concerned with what you got
With her by your side you may never

No discussions all you desire is to be touchin' me

Can you decide is you riding for me or you dying cause I ain't giving you up
Can you really lie

(If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous)
Okay
Still up by my dolo, tell the tourist take a photo
Yeah, my niggas

by Monday baby, you ain't 'gon see him
Ya shawty in the telly collecting condoms for my semen
Wild Bwoy stacking up on his commas, better see him
Ain't

and shit
That made rap ability a gift
This is when you didn't have all your music on ya phone
Had to put it on discs, my blue walkman I'll never forget, uhh

Phone call was made
To have me removed from mom
I came home was given my belongings then told
Nga..get the fuck on
Took in by this uncle
So began

I can focus
Did you notice
When i'm smoking on my blunt
I'm in my element weight off my shoulders
Between me and you
As the years go by
I just feel my

loot
Spitting soul screaming what it do
Thank you tampa
You taught me well
Forever saved by the bell
Got some homies like give em hell
Only time till you

gone put you on a banner
Real nigga I want money not the glamour
I want Heavenly but dirty like Diana
Ion the captain of the ship
But I can make a phone

Been tellin ya'll from the onset
I'm the realist rapper on an intro
Really back on my beast mode
All these niggas really got me pissed off

got music I will never be alone
The phone goes silent when you not the first to call
Text messages be dry
You surround by the walls
But soon as you

Girl of my dreams
Baddest ***** of the year
But if my phone unlocked
She turn into my biggest fear

I'm like bae relax
Quit jumping to conclusions
Then

in
Wanna book me I need bout ten
No more losses I can only win
Pockets swole they hit the gym
Hollows aiming at your brim
You can catch me above