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this world got me winded
Slowly drifting, sands of time gripping, by hourglass slipping
Hands on the clock steady turning, tick tock, I feel the curtains

I know, know)
Walking by yourself like your soul is blind (What)
I know you working hard, put in the overtime (Put Work)
I'm in overdrive
'Cuz we

It's that
It's that
Northwest classic

Amharic accented
Slanging them cassettes since the days of the mix-tape
Raised in the 80's late
When crack

your girl go insane 
Pretty gyal mek me put yuh pan a backaz, yuh sumn wet it nuh dry like crackers 
Gyal yuh hole mek mi buss like clappaz, now man

bad as fuck
By the smoking and still'll line you up
Like the ruler
Mind on money making maneuvers
Never make the news again
My legal shooter'll do ya

mans drug is what the homies was all rockin that night
They popped a couple brews that part was skipped by myself
But like this white we had had came

Stack Your Grip

Doja Click

Speed Kills

my face
Got the next man's dream tryin' to take my place
Anyone in the world can do a 1-8 sell
I'd rather stack a grip and mob in a Chev
They hated

Didn't lose my soul I gave it up by choice
Now you all can hear the devil in my voice
So seductive i make j cole's girl moist
Now getting girls at my shows

with you dawgg?) Ain't nothing happening man, you bring them bitches 'round the mix trying to fuck up the plans. Eyeballs and eardrums ands a guzzler

you had to go and I had to grow
Getting Jewish money like we ovo
Don't know your worth so you pawn your soul
Try to get it back when you dead and old

Intro
All business, no luv
A lot of these n**gaz
They be fascinated by the street culture
N**gaz become a millionaire 
And then wanna jump back into

butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back
So, fellas (Yeah) Fellas (Yeah)
Has your girlfriend got

whispers
I found myself lost, drowning in life's dark rivers
Addiction's grip, serpent coiling
In circles around my soul
Toxic-ion mix, boiling
Dreams down

My shit raw, no lo fi
Ive been feeling spacey, sci fi
I've been in the zone where souls dies
So sleep with the Fetty closed eye
My dopamine - it

and the fire ya see
Or when I watch a man get on bended knee not knowing whether or not his Queen will accept the ring

I'm inspired by everything, I hope to be

butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back
So, fellas (Yeah) Fellas (Yeah)
Has your girlfriend got

life got it claustrophobic
Pen magnifies the truth trust the focus
The ink page and logic mix when I wrote this
A cocktail of words a fix for

our seeds need soul and conscious
They conjured monsters to have us controlled and conquered
Actors be trash with gold Oscars as secret societies goals

paths, pure sour dough
Fuck it man I gotta go
Can't afford a funeral and nobody know
When anybody getting old
They hit a loan shark after Nanny I'm told

and unlocking a life I so avidly lacked
By being the man I look at and unmask the emphatics a fashion of stance
Adapting to happiness having the absolute

butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back
So, fellas (Yeah) Fellas (Yeah)
Has your girlfriend got

soul yeah you know I'm strapped too
Thought it was thrax but we really sold him cat food
Wanna leave my Mark permanent stain just like a tattoo
We keep

no show, she keep her eyes closed
Judas with sold soul, but still my disciple

Ella dice soy loco, pero yo se que sabes
Con mi, ay, tengo dos dioses de

the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging