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the best from me
You stretch it out for that nigga and want respect from me
And cut me off over a missed call or missed text
Hit you up when he feels like it

roll em up
In the world tryna navigate
It's cold as fuck
Meet me at the finish-line
These niggas ain't genuine
Ain't nobody friends of mine
I've been by

inna back, and he pouring up the potions
Party going crazy, damn these bitches overdosing
I got sympathy for em cause off the lean I be dozing
Bitch give

gotta speak (huh)
I never give up I will keep fighting for it (yeah yeah)

Things won't change by their own so i need to react (woo)
I won't let money

heard statistics saying
That I’ll live young and die fast I got one in the front 
And baby two in the back
And now cops pulling me over Cause I’m young

the faun! UGHHH 

[Chorus (2×)] 

Girl, I’mma pop it! I dip a tip, curl 
Your toes up and rip a lip (OHHH)
Workin’ the knob when I dip a tip, girl 
Just give

real good and I'm taking them down
Hit the road for that money, back door him, I'm slime
Bows in the trunk, we gon' cut up in traffic, if the jakes, hit

I’m putting distance
From a distant, I’m not a villain
But I’m chilling (Okay) and I’m going up
No ceiling
Hit each flow with precision and rhythm
I’m

Wake up in the morning drinking alkaline
I live better than them niggas that you idolize
I'm a plug lil nigga a vital line
Bad bitches nice cars I

with a beam I could hit a bull's eye
He up glock bet I pull mine
Get him out his shit like a nigga outside, ha
Lil bitch told her bout my new hoe she

Know I said shit I can’t take back
But we
Made up
Shaped up
Set a goal
Saved up

I hit the road

Late nights

Sold out shows, told you hold tight

Called

wrecked,
Nothing but a taste in your jams to make your veins pump out that supersonic
We mixing Redax with that LoOF flavour,
Hit your speakers make 'em

greatness
Or they can fake it while they waste it
Look at this man as he stand broke, faded
And just plain alienated
Judging by the damage taken
For the lives

talkin' her friend dawg, when I brought her through I got two sucks (two sucks)
High as fuck I won't land dawg cause I been pourin' them twos up
Bitch I'm

and nobody can take this
I just dropped an album but this is my latest
They thought I was gone see the look on they faces
That nigga that kill 'em and hit 'em

a grown man now
Relearning learning that each level of life has a new fucking door
And by my own accord, I'm chasing the money
I saw the fam again, flooding

stay by myself Gotta get it on my own
Ain't ask for no help, (Nah)
Wishing my cousin was here, uh
Seen her own mama shed tears (Long Live Journey)
They

was actin' out
Guess I just gave 'em something to chat about
They said that I was up next now I'm 25
Lost all my friends from back then that's another

in
Let em bottle up til I erupt, roll another while I light this up
Grab one more cup and now I'm doubled up
Asking myself will they ever give a fuck

sufficient/self commitment got me selfish thinking self first/ had to come up out the trenches just to reach my self-worth

Chorus: 2x
Live Life In The Raw been

Don't stress about the future you've got plenty of time
We're depressed, we're divided, a unit torn apart 
Nothing is coincidence, the blueprint hit its

she a fan I know
Hop out that box and I go two door it's stollo
Hit two hoes in a row, nigga want smoke drop the lo
Turn shit up a little more
9k where

If you want to live the life
Do just like me
I say na na na
cnd sometimes some respond
Put me up on their walls
Leave a like on the stream
Just cause

gonna meet you by the bean yeah (Yeah)
Then you gonna fill my fantasy yeah (Fantasy, yeah)
Gotta pay, gotta pay, gotta pay and hit that gas (Gotta pay)