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Momma always said you need a purpose
Try something new if it ain't working
Scars can only go deep as the surface
Don't let em judge you by your flaws

than a girl On I.G who doesn't dress,
But still wants to spend my net at around 50 percent?
Let this message prevail out here, 
Even for the unborn

(Earl on the beat)

(Woo)
You can drip or get drowned, homie
Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it
Coolant kit, silencer, damn, ain't no

all yo money? Nigga
How that work? I know a bitch with some ass
She don't know how to twerk
I'll put the whole world on
You like I'm Lil Durk
My nigga

overthinking makes it true
Surrounded by things that are paining you
You're looking in the mirror like
Wait it's who
I was lost but found myself in the same

Yes sir, why you ain't blam nigga
Ayy, stack it, take it, flip it, learn the game and I ran with it
Nigga you a bitch, had the pole but you ran with

spanish

You broke my heart but it didn't do no damage

I'm pullin the strings like guitar not to mention

I'm leaving scars with guitar like John Lennon

I

rights
And they took my bitch
And with that big mouth they can take that dick
Yuhh
Nigga whats the fine
Fifty miles above what
Nigga is you high
You making

was that
After that, I would take a nap mid class get slapped by the biggest n***a in the class
As I look around everyone would laugh, I was like 5-0

been mistreated by their fair share of Christians
The same ones telling me that I can't make this music explicit
Fuck with my clique you get that heater

I rent out the coupe it's tinted
Lately I been on a mission
I been out here running up digits
Don't text my phone don't hit my line
I'm not who you

me I know that (Yeah)
It's different timing when you ride with me, we up just know that
I'm always in their lens in focus I feel like Kodak (Click)

Sutton
Like who you need your lovin’?
Who need your lovin’?
All of my bitches they come by the dozen
You can’t talk to me, if ain’t about money
In love

lotta flavors
Come shop, yeah, how you want eat, but I ain't never brought shit to the table

I'm in the trap with the pack getting paper, all I know is

squeezing on (Yah!)
Slow as tar y'all rappin' with some fuckin sleep on (Ay)
Imma be a star, you ain't know, who ya sleepin on (Woo!)

Ay, I'm finna get

throwing on a sweater
I'm putting on for my crew next
Getting to the top
I don't give a f*** who you think next
Get yo b**** in line
Trying to kiss on my

the illest
Get the fuck back in the casket
Always nicer than anybody
I choose to cypher with
I grab the knife you quit end up
Being lifeless I'm nice as shit
I

Katch a nigga squidin thew the city wearing what I rep
Helmets are like safe sex
It's BLX
Famished
Who got next


It's Bravo!! You know WE DO RECOVER
but

it that your embarrassing you god damn fool
This is not cool it actually very much sucks
I feel like trash that's been hit by a garbage truck
It's SARS

once I'll show ya who ta give it to
Boy it ain't no joke with JC in ya boat
Keep your eyes on him I promise you'll always float
Put ya fears to the left

esteem, like
Mirror mirror hung up on the wall, like
Who the dopest rapper of them all?, like
It hit me hard I hit em harder with the litty flow
I take big

shoulder rubs up in tootsies

She hand her business cards and say, in case you want to book me, uh
They all fuck with me by the looks on they faces
Told one

my city some people no longer with me fifty
I take my car for a ride you know I'm blasting that 50
If I could do it again I'd be a little more gritty

not up for debating, you done made your bed and the snakes that you lay in it with 

Stolen valor, tell me who faker
These labels or the people that