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applaud/
I’ve lost friends behind the words/
Levels to why I don’t talk/
I’m your worst best friend/
Make decisions from intuition/
Better decisions/

why they call it demo

Oh
Counting all the money up
I got like 5 bucks
Count the money up

Where's the Honda Civic
The getaway car
Give me

the blink of an eye he succeeds
Playing for keeps while he sees you sleep
No apologies for what's about to come
Hear him scream at the top of his lungs
His

plate, don't wanna wait
I wanna give it straight, Damn no debate
Come here,  and listen closely
Rosy cheeks on mah lips, I know you got me
Common and let

supporting, I was 11,
When I started writing, music, though all of my adolescence,
Things about myself I found out through all of my sessions,

Stop...
Go,

Theres so much about me I can't maintain

Cause I'm the shy type when I'm glad I write

I don't fuss or fight

Just smile to be polite

Then blow like

just like to say that I really don't give a fuck about anything
World dies
Whatever forever
Fuck you all

faces
I bought her a new face
And I brought her to new places

The reason I enjoy v's it the way that they shine
Since time is money my watch face don't

down the blessing
You know how they say, don't give up
Chasing your dream men
if you really want that shit, gotta sacrifice for it nigga
I'm a fucking

and I'm loved
Okay, I do not need you
Telling me I better be trying to be you
Your lies they are see-through
Try again, redo, ay
You've been trying to make

skin
Ridiculed by the world
Get out shit
A nigga lose his life fuckin' with that white girl that's absurd
Race wars go deeper than you think.
Who gives

and
I couldn't give a fuck about it, but needed to say to you
Get your priorities straight
I been tryin'a teach you lessons on how to progress
But you

make your payments.
They give me advice but I don't take it
Take my advice that bitch so heinous
You don't know what pain is

Call me Picasso, how I

hard she earnin me
Walk outside your dead to me
They so high the burnin weed
woah
I'm in a meechie my guy a ween
Side by side we sip codeine
H2O I'm wet

em pass out
I smoke that loud just so I can sleep sound

I just go harder when they tell me ease up
Too hot for your wifey, I make her freeze up
My

digits
I don't give a fuck about a Emmy
Dare you niggas put me in da Guinness
Dirty in my styrofoam
Countin up da bankroll
Fuckin on a German hoe
Bet da

You caught me at a bad time I’m distracted 
Sometimes I don’t remember what you ask me
But I give you my energy if you match me

She was all I ever wanted 
But then

a call so I dub him over text
I don't know that nigga so don't jack him as my ex
His mans shootin shots
Thinkin they got next
Ball in my court pump fake

Let's have fun girl
We can go wherever you want tonight
Baby I'll make you feel right all night
Don't worry 'bout being lonely
Just grab me by

with you on Twitch but you canceled on some fuck shit
As far as Kendall goes, salute to Crazy Hood, Dub P, and Idee4
You don't have a car, how the fuck

you jiggy 
Individuals back den liking my post on my story 
Ant give a damn about me
Now they tryna fuck with me 
I see so many niggas out here

That we've turned to the power of now
And again
It's a madness about
And a madness how it's out loud
Be careful of what they give you King
Foreheads left

cuz this what I call home
So it aint just in me, its on me
This light of mine I let it shine like its designed by Kilani
In the mix, I don't deal wit

I don't put much stock in best laid plans
I like living my life by the seat of my pants
My hair on fire I'm out in the night
Kicking my heels till