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super late
Yeah i'm still the reason they filled up with hate
Cq the main reason i slide with the drac
See you gon be the victim that die by the eight
I

This that grunge trap shit
Back day and
Hittin all them kick do's
Wit' that lil glocky
That nina on me
Yea
And it got a little stocky with it
Cause

on the hat
And your friends want to do me
By the look of this
These some louie's on my face
Emillio Pucci on a date
Lemon salmon on a plate
And I dont have

My father
Taught me
Pain
My mother
Taught me
Shame
But nobody
Explain a
Thang
And I
Never got ah
Say
But hey
I never needed
It
I wasn't
Seeking this

with ya teeth
Glass jaws get shattered, ouch
But it don't matter, every hood the same
It's all a platter of disaster made
By hopeless bastards that

And tell me that youre fuckin with me

VERSE 1

I don’t see no brake lights
We could do this all night
Pass by insecurities

Maybe you been thinking upgrades

them thangs
Hot headed nigga u kno the business
Ain't no one to snitch if it ain't no witness
Chopsticks and them poles
We got ars by the doors
I popped

with this thang in your mouth
Sweet silence when you mad
Damn you secure the bag
Looking at me like you don't know me but you do and I know
Rough times

I was smokin on golden haze 
Got a brand new beat from gold haze 
On gang 
That thang 
By the hip hop hooray 
In a group chat with 3 freak bitches

Wanna be ya motivation
Yeah, let me be ya motivation
I be ya motivation on the late night tip
On alert put in work ima make my shift
Or early in

than a mf
know yo real name
Not your stage name
I’m tryna take you out blue flame
Tryna show your how we do things
Let me just tie up my loose ends
I’m

dreams come true
Girl you in my view
I’m so into you
Girl I been loving you
I like the things we do
Beautiful you are
Let’s go far away
In the midst

some chips and stay with a Stack
I be with my niggas and we up in the trap 
Smoking on Kush and we roll in a Back
Gotta keep it lit, so i stay with

Man we on the radio
Man based underground radio
Man we got my? nigga outchea Lil
B doing his motherfuckin thang aye man we
Outchea Florida nigga what it

a minute
I been doing drugs, by the state I got a prescription
I ain't knocking no one down cause everyone got they thang
It ain't for us, it's for ya

fam
Im movin all the kilogram
One by one baby milligram
One hand odel beckham
One chance motel flexin
My song suntanz for a second
Whats gon wrong was

tools  

We gon break out the trap yo 
If we make us a map yo 
cnd use your tools  
Use your tools  

When I was five I chose a side  
My daddy would let

em cooking they all naked tryna make sure they don't steal a thang
Rolling nun but gas you can smell it through the cellophane
Pop another perk im high

security
Switched up out the blue on me ain't nobody true i see
Walk down on yo steppa ain't to careful i  might do homie
By yourself not lonely though

Have you ever seen a body so perfect
The way you walk by everybody just stare
I'm going out my mine
I'm loosing all this time
And you probably never

in the CCO, it help me shoot right
I bang with them thangs might get blood on my shoes right
You playing call of duty, I'm out here this is true life

me
Yeah
Aye stop running running
Promise this time
That you coming to stay
Yeah
I love proving em' wrong
I love you proving you wrong
I love making my

you powerless
My game plan to make to it home
So I can’t take no loss wit this
Streets cold that’s obvious
So do yo thang and make a move
Pack yo tool

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Not a single fuckin' clue about the life that we're livin'
Gave all my blood and tears for 13 years of my life
I've sacrificed for this music so