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To celebrated
Reality kept saying you're fucked, ambition saved him
Now I'm their favorite
I could have stuck to school but how was it my life i played by your
detention

Every night all I heard was freeze, niggaz gettin' bagged by the D's

And some pissed, "I got a disease"

Fourteen and watchin' me on teeny raps
Yeah, yeah, my uncle was grieving
I didn't take time to show my love
Next thing I know, I was grieving
(yesterday, yesterday)
When I made "Top Three
Network to brush up on your recipes too
FOX and Freeform, FS1 and FS2
Oh yes, yes not one, not two
But three channels by FX, GOLF
And HGTV, HLN, ID, and IFC
for whatever may come
Ruled by none 

Outlaws ’n’ sons, daughters alike
All the restless souls, rebel minds
Misfit kids and wretched ones 
We´re
my fix to show we exist and grow
like plagues way out of control of their leagues
i'm a spiritual man but give the devil its new damn
it's not a soul
Rolls
Show you how that white powder pussy sold
Homie, we the master level
In other words we gonna last forever
In a lifelong Dance with the Devil
My
whose lacking it
Packing my bags
Send my shit in packages
Straight to Wyoming
I thoughts that where were traveling
We won’t gon have kids just living life
on my opponent
Degree played out the show they performing

Wake me up, cause my song got critical
I grew in the hustle, dope's fucking lyrical
329
Trynna show off yo bitch but she average
Yo bitch lagging on you that's a lag switch 
Smoking broccoli countin up cabbage 
Getting gas by the pound you
from a pain
I pretend I never felt
But damn, the kush and tequila be mixing well
(Well, well)
Well show em what you got
And if you want the spot, lil
playin a show
I ain't ever gonna sugar coat stuff you know
I think I be the flyest kid up, up on the block
Cause when I see them, all them jaws drop
I am
She a fancy cold piece and she goofy like a kid
I can see her hair flow when it's blowing through the wind
She a self made product she ain't following
a hard working student
I got influenced by my peers, and I started acting stupid
Got obsessed with my image
No longer playing soccer during lunch with kids
I believed
That I been destined from the jump to see shit differently
Now the pats on the back coming by the pack
Dime here dub there now they buy
go down on stage
And for half an hour
Those years, in some way
Forever hold us back
But I'm still taken aback by that, in awe
Of kids twice as bold
You know it
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Freebirdz
Forever
Life is fast, death is quicker
Chances slowing either down is slender
I had
What it do Tyler
Let's show them that hot shit
Ohhh Ohh Ohh
She don't want problems with me
Just cause we're young and naive
She don't want problems
away
When I was a kid I thought forever was a day
Now it's months getting by without a motherfucking trace
Kind of hard to keep up sometimes
And it's
the complicated things I can't tell you
Gonna I write a song like that for you
And sing it out my window
I'll show the world I'm proud of it
'Til all kids in my
the rain
And ima show you somethings
I might just give you a ring
Pressure
Let us get through it together
Your on my mind forever
Baby let's do it together
Cheddar cheese, chicken, getting this bread
Can't be broke forever I'd rather be dead
Got one in the head you ain't using your brain
Bro in the back
boy time and this my story
Always pulled up by the popo
Kids on drugs y do we do this
Because media always make it sexy
Money is the recipe
Don't judge
we ain't start
Soldiers coming home mind broken in pieces
And all they got to show is a heart
I don't know where to start
I just stare at the world

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