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working on myself for me as much as you
These guys are playing games they don't want the real you
I just want you back I want you to be my boo
This is how I

foe when you take the torch
Im a game catcher like Crazy Horse
Ride, sip, slow on this Marathon
If you aint got it in cash
Better have bitcoin
Life is

legendary
The devil all in my head this shit is getting scary
Some people thinks it’s a game
They feel it’s Bloody Mary
2017 I swear I thought bought giving

I am not playin' around with no mother fucker
You know I'm a throw dirt on their name
The path that I'm takin' to make it is always fucked
It's kind'a

do this, ain't shame in asking
Well...
First know this shih is home-made
My pen touch pad by his grace
And only move in his ways
This nigga spitting

to fiction 
Disturbing dust 

cll this in the name of progress 
While our existence is sold downstream 
Religion plays upon the ruin 
While Manson throws away

lines, as a youngin I just fucked bitches, got hella high and threw up gang signs, now the homies keep my name live from northern state down to bayside,

the dirt
So if I bugged out you'll die from slug
I got stain on my name I really got it out the mud
Talkin pocket full of dubs
Money is wat these bitches

don't play games drop names pull strings or bite
Ask nothing of us save that which is practically beneficent
To you and your quest for complete self

drifting away
I know what they heard about the game
But money ain't changing me
People throw dirt on my name
No, it ain't folding me
Give me the price

I'm money made
I just hit a nigga bitch off anotha name
Feel like that nigga money mitch cuz I love the game
Blowing out the zip, smoking on a blunt

game
But she was ran through
Account sitting on zero
So I ain't paying your rent hoe
Yeah, got tired of playing hero
The villain is more fitting
I let go

gauge
You know what T.I.M.E. is - that's word to Flavor Flav
Free the mind of the slaves, the allegory of the cave
No cap, I'm Steve Rogers, I can do this

streets is watchin'
Joni Mitchell bet you think this song is all about you
Comin' for a bad bitch's bag ain't an option
Change ya name to Chris the way

niggas playin' games (Niggas playin')
She starin' at my chain
This bitch gon' let us run a train (Huh?)
We hustle all year, 2019, that's our year
(It is

KWØØD really about to change the game make a name
Three hundred sixty five days
I been working late percolate
Put the fucking weed up in the serving tray

to show love to your neighbour
So why do you love to hate and complain bout another race
And throw dirt on your brothers name, then go praise the creator

cold
Riding round
They know my name in every place we go
This is for the youngins and the old cats
New school still feeling like a throwback
We never

Drooling on myself while I try to speak
Looked at with judgement like a circus freak 

Am I the one who crazy or is it you?
I guess it's all perspective just

a boss (fa sho)
You can tell by my behavior (Uh)

I just be chasing the bag in an orderly fashion
I swear I'm a rapping assassin (keep going)
These niggas

on my chain
She tryna fuck up my name
I do not play no games
I am not fucking with lames
I feel like a motherfuckin' king
Look at my diamond rings
(Rings,

Impatient I got more to gain
Cause when you turn dead on my momma the only thing that you gon have is your name 
Yea 


Run it up 
I got the money in sight 
I

that I play hard
So they be calling me Stonebwoy
Everytime I rap
It's bound to to be lit
You already know my name is lit
Wear my shoes know where it

Got two sons
One named Rayden
One name Jace
Yes I'm slayin surpassed the game
Surpassed the fame
Every wonder why i didn't make it that's because i