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attacking me
I gotta inhale

Gotta exhale
I gotta breathe
I gotta breathe
There's too much smoke in the room

I gotta see
I gotta see
I let my dreads hang in

are the only one that can fill it
I pack a suitcase, cause it's time to go on a plane so I could visit
Me on a bigger scale, I'm too afraid of myself
So

Yeah I've seen you around
Thought you would've left by now
Felt you from across the room
Looked at me as I looked at you
Before I knew you pulled me

bed in my dreams

Carry me, home please
I think I had too much to drink

Stitch me up, so that I can grow older
You've got quite a face that rests upon

Let me clear the air and give y'all lil' niggas a refresher
Hey, what's up

I ain't puttin' no dinero on y'all cashapp
There's so much money in this

how people quick to judge, I ain't talkin' auditions
I've been slidin' on these beats, Can you feel the friction
And I've been smokin' too much weed,

Looking at the sky I think of you
Send a double text, I might
Remember all the words I wrote to you
And how you don't respond by night
I'm climbing

would get so hyper that the other kids had to tell me settle down.
"J, u doin too much, 
U the type I might have to tattle on."
Tattle time turned

to stay
Way too cold that my body's forming ice fogs
I'm foggy like when the lake's frozen
Foggin' with all those fresh clothes
I'm surrounded by a thick

I'm off the Wok I'm going up and over
Bitch, you doing too much, you got to suck it slower
I'm finna clean my room, I got this one bad bitch coming over

I don't wanna be
Anybody else
I've got way too much cash
But I did it by myself
Kiss a pretty bitch
But then she kiss and tell
Walk in jewelry closet

up out my business
Cuz when people see me winning
Got no room for niggas tripping
Eyyy
See I've got too much class
They wanna clown on my style
Because

I've spent too much time in this old town
This ain't the place for me to be, no
Them old carry-on crows been circling around
Yeah, they've been

him out just like grabba just like weed
Nigga talking too much now his family finna grieve
Hop on this beat and you gonna feel my pain
I'm underdog just

know from the score
Just how much attrition the foe can afford
Ammo is low, show me support
Plenty of scopes, we don’t need no more
"Medic can I get some

should've known it was too late
Now I got no faith you got me with so much hate
Love is pain
Love can't be Sustain
Love is shamed
Love is all a game
Love is

a happy meal
I got too much problems
Bitch please do not start with me
44 on my waist and I kept that rod with me
44 on my waist like some Rod Wave jeans

tobacco's cheaper at
The Shell by the car wash
I'm the one in that vroom vroom
When the town is too quiet
No TV's up in my house
Only broken safety's

like Neiman Marcus
(Look like Neiman Marcus)
All these diamonds drippin' on
Me like a water-faucet
I'm on Dover Street Market, you at Hot Topic
I'm-I'm

head I think I'm a burden
Someone you waste time entertaining
(Don't worry I'm fine, no please, I'm fine)
Sometimes it's an overload, too much to say

and over, over the blunts
Over the bitches, over the riches
Over the richter, over my sister
Over a nigga who I knew could never ever go the distance
Too much

Gotta get it on my own
Doing better by myself
Things were better back then
Way before I had a phone
I was always in the zone
I ain't into all

a eater
That's too much mileage, that shit just getting deeper
She don't really love me, I don't need her
She just like to stay around, cause how I treat

dwell
I ain't gotta say it bitch you know I'm classy
A cool nigga but I don't never put nothing past me
The ones that ain't really got it be too flashy
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