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They all told me I was bugging, that I wouldn’t make it
Shit been getting kinda blurry now, the senses fading
Shorty acting out for money, keep it in

I just assume that everybody fucking hates me, like, somebody could tell me, like
I literally love you and I would think they fucking hate me like,

I gained an affinity for the drugs 
'Cause you made me bittersweet to the love 
Paranoia diminishing all the trust 
No relations I'm listening for

fickle seed, tickle me with a scripture tease, nigga please
Is you crazy? You gotta be crazy! Craaaaazy!
The Word tell me that He knew me before I was

hoes, I'm over attached
I sit and I loath in the hate of myself
Try to be patient, I'm waiting in hell
And call me Zach Morris I'm saved by the bell
Well,

'all gon' be in "Not It"
Tell by how you walking, this ain't just no talking
I'ma have you flossing, have you check the losses
Let me check for you, you see

y'all should know that
If you make me feel a type of way you getting wrote at
Not wrote about so listen to these words out my mouth
I make 'em count by

been burned by love before
Like a wild horse, I'm free to explore
The entrepreneur in me isn't going to quit no more

Underneath that old oak tree where

why the slaughtering and the killing must halt
ahh call up and tell a clairvoyant
Your all up in hell I'm so there that it's annoying
I'm toying with

was 15 rapping like I was 20 or something
By 2014 I had all of your favorites frustrated
Confused and afraid of the youngin
So allow me to formally

finger
Why not bear every scar as your armour
Hospital gowns as battle jackets
With our backhands bruised by cannulas
And tangled in cheap white bedsheets

else
Hypnotized by the drone of the wedding bells
That, and other emotions i never felt
Tell me all the words you know with the letter 'L'
I say it every

setting to mum upsetting
Back then my beaters were Yeezy
The fit was easy
They kept me tweaking
My mum was freaking
Over spending and eating
Needed to reset

about is money
'Cause in this world you need that to live
This world is all about the money
For it tell me what would you give?
Will you sell your

these nigga hoes, uh
Can tell the fake ones by they post, uh
Bunch of pussies in some nigga clothing
New rapper shit, he think he spittin' don't it
Make

ppl gone do it and put it in motion
And we handling any problem I'll tell em to do it and give em the motive
You with me you know I gotcha we gone make

Ok
Tell me when to go
We be riding with big sticks and all the choppas got extendos
Your momma sucking dick, I swear to god that bitch a nympho
I never

And pay, i get defensive yeah,
I know why you came, im picky i fuckin hate so yeah,
Tell me how I’m different why you like it or you dont ,
Why you

like me representing the land
And my stick finna cook, fry his ass like a pan
Only time he pop out is when he got a plan
Wrap his ass like a mummy, go

Hoes mad, can't leave this scene
No sand attack, but this game will miss me
Won't catch me switching like
Y'all constrict me
I bite like Arcanine, so

know because i'd never show
So that's why i've gotta tell ya that ...
 
I think that i'm a hypocrite
It really, really makes me sick
And I just don't

and tell you that it’s alright (yeah)

If you need me then I need you but we don’t need to fight (nah)
If you see me then I see you keep the simple goodbyes

[Dover, England: September 1594 (the recollections of a war-weary mariner)]

Hearken boy; for I would tell thee a tale before we set sail for

a way to make money
Don't know why ya'll niggas tripping thinking I need help
And I don't need no one else for my business
So they can't even come tell me