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I ain't even got a reason (I ain't even got)
Shordy bad but she ah eater
I told her clean up my penis (Little bitch)
You see da jeans dat I'm rockin'

to be everything that you like
Just for you to say you're not the compliment type

And I knew how you took your coffee
And your favourite songs by heart
I

their time
Racially profiled for selling dimes
It's not a crime
Nowadays white boys supply the high
Decriminalized weed while our families at home cry

on the internet
Askin them where weeezy been
Had a long day bro
Why dont you creep it in
I wont tell the world
That you tweakin again
I solemly swear 
By the beam

(Chorus)
I only keep it real I never counterfeit/
I count my money fast like I caught a lick yeah/
I remember I was broke I had no pot to piss in now

about to ditch this little boy and fuck off to another country

Try to run to hide
Not personal 
But this gon leave one traumatised

Not one time
Will u

posted by this back street 

But if they do then I’m running like an athlete

Gingerbread man gotta catch me catch me 

Still blowing smoke while they

30 years old but not quite as bold as I used to be
I Had my heads in the clouds but you’ve always knew how to handle me
And when I got a chance, you

put my money on it little nigga
Boy you really tried it and we ain't talking layers
Had to take a step back to distance from the fakers
So my pops say

speaking forealy
I don't need to make a milly like bobby but I'm bout to do it like a hobby 
Gotta make it by any means necessary 
This is plan A never had

pumping I’m like crypto litty
A couple months later I was flying out the city
Sitting on a little bit of nothing
Ive been cash app trapping by the flick

with a grape swisher
Riding round my little town
Like big boys ain’t trying to get ya
Jail time ain’t beneficial
Homie that shit never fix ya
Come on
I

Written by Christo Andriopoulos

Came up writing rhymes
Spittin' bars
On the black top
Hungry for a better life
But I ain't a have not
I just wanted

it's time to make that dough,
Been a little minute since ya boy dome spit a flow,


Let me remind ya I'm neanderthal with the fire,
Adding up the money

the plate
Cause of all of my mistakes
Regrets as real as it can get
But always comes around a little late
She let me into her heart, under her skirt
Let me

raised by macks & pimps so what’s love/
It just, Took me some time to figure out what it was/
But In that time frame I lost you, my future wife/
You Never

the floor
But the sun did rise and when the blood had dried he begged don't walk out that door

Sinners Two The Cheaters
Washed with guilt as lust ran down

danced for the fallen and prayed for the dying
If Jesus' net had caught him what Bible verse would he sing?
But I'm a good boy Lord in my own way, every

give me peace

365 days alone in this city
Another boy got taken by his baby
Maybe I can get drunk and get high and get a little crazy
Sometimes I cry

relevant

Conversation that he make, make it evident

You look lame next to me by comparison 

I been lame since I always was different 

Boys in America

Of the life that he led
Or the friends that he had
So he unmade his bed
And wrapped his sheet around his neck
He was making a noose
Something to hang himself by

can face
I give em a taste
A little of pain
That I convey
Went from an amateur to a pro
And I damage an evil person
Had to take a look within
But best

all the dust settles 
Tell me what’s real but the bass and the treble 
You ain’t real boy you built by Geppetto
Nice try joker, you Jared Leto 
That

Bro I hit the fucking pipe and I almost fucking choked 

Thinking to myself they must be joking right 
Got invited my boy said let’s spark the light 
So