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have him back (I can't have him back)
If I go on the run and rather take that elbow (would you love?)
When I risk it all, life is like a gamble (would

know how that shit goes

If your ho only know
That she was getting fucked on the 7th floor
If that bitch only knew
The she was getting mutted by

eggs 
Saw you for the first-time way down in my block 
Talking to a family friend 
You are not from the slum
Beautiful being 
Well created by the maker

lost but I'm right back on it's my path 
I brought my backpack all my life I had flaws so I lacked by far but I'm fast
You've seen my past but not all my

'bout bitches bein' your sons
How you take my '09 jail tweet and run?
Talkin' about bringin' knives to a fight with guns
When the only shot you ever

Sucky little haters being hunted by the unseen
Caspr the ghost rapper, dressing like scream

Ghost face out here swinging like a slasher
What's your

homies
Den splurge
Gang
He keep a leave me tf alone
I be koolin
Dis aint wat u really want
Nigga im not wit dat
Talkin it out
Imma run in ya house
Wit dat

hurry
Tryna see 8 figures by da time I turn thirty
If da nigga pull up we gone put him in da dirt
Bitch don't get hurt
And if you don't come then my nigga

got silver spoon motherfuckers askin' for some money
We're not motivated by the bitches or the sums
Haven't slept in years, got thoughts in my head

rare over by Cherson, Cherson,
we calcify fathers here below
a watery cross, with weeds
entwined
This grins restoredly,
 low sleep
Wave
Oh, no,
shush

Aye, aye, aye, aye
Fuck I look like gettin caught slippin by a thot ho
I want all the beef I keep them shells like a taco
I be gettin to the cheese

When the moon is out our minds will Collide
Let life go it's all by design
Chilling and feeling the vibe
Feeling the graces of god
Tryna better me for

gettin' this, Tryna stack me up some Swiss
By the way, this beat don't miss, I'm an alien fresh off the mist
Please get the hater lee outta ya piss, Fuck

a fruit ting your
needs aren't for the cute tings or for the ones who rebuke this 
gimme a sax and let me run tings
i can never be doing one thing
scary

of the yellow tape 

All it take is one call il have some

ni**** come kill ya from out of state 

Surrounded by bosses everybody getting it its plenty food

suns out guns out
I should make you take notes and give my ass a rundown
Break the levee by your house and kill you wit a flood drown
Gang Set Match I'm

a lot of shit on my mind
You stuck sill standing on enemy lines
If I'ma run it we better be fine
clways look forward and never rewind
We make the right

some homies been catchin' charges
Back to the story
I'm washin' dishes
I put em all up
Came round the corner
Went by the sink and thats when i saw ya

landscaping, I see the terror forming
It's not a diss, they let a monster out
Try to bring the best out of chaos, it's like a haunted house
Don't wait for

trolling on the internet as jokes
Cause when we run in to you pussy ass niggas, y'all turn ghost

Wrote this on the way to the stu, getting off exit 5
Stay

don't want to see me shine no more?
Yes, of course
Yes, of course
Like,
Maxed out, credit card
(Spaz out)
Mag out, mask on
(Trap house)
Uh
Do it by

can't go
They wanting me to hit a stage and flow
My thoughts are trapped by the waves I'm locked in a phase but can't hit the next level
I Got too much

And we camp with the corn by the bushes
So don't ever think that you can war us
(No you can't)
I follow the money, no stopping
So I guess you could call me

run and the have em catch bullets Odell
The place where I'm from people struggling different
Walk out the house and you only see drama
Might see a nigga