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who'll do it this ain't new
Tryna blow up I feel like it's past due
905 by my side so I can't lose
I don't think it's love they movin' so slimey
She call

my comfort zone
Let em say what they wanna just make em watch they tone
I took risks to get this shit out of a shelter home
And I feel better when it’s

a way with rapping, first I started off from trapping
You might got a rob, get a bag then make it happen
I got it on me, I ain't cap it, She wanna fuck

You've ruined my life ever since the age of five you've just
Tried to make me cry had me with a knife on my wrist screaming cut
Why do you want me to die?

go undefeated
Focus, I bleed it
And love, I receive it
Make my enemies pay when I fuckin' beat 'em
Don't you get in my way, or you won't end up

Yeah, yeah
This that Mustang City Music (Aye)
Woah
DreeWayy (Ah-ah)
I'm so tired, so tired, so tired
I'm so tired, so tired, so tired
I'm so tired,

to grab the scissors, cut her ass off, she been toxic
How the fuck you gettin' money, you countin' another nigga pockets
Kicked my last door in 2023, I had

daddy when I'm not her father
I'm finna slide with a stick like I'm Harry Potter
I feel so damn bad cause I just had got her
She gon' listen to my music

graded
Immune to the hatred
Experiences related
Street smart & educated
No need to make it complicated
A lyricist prolific
No one could mimic
Made in

inspirational
Follow by the trends or you break them and go and make you some
See I don't really listen to the riff raff
On the block with my niggas tryna get

the most criticized by some of my own fam
My aunt taught her kids my music is a trashy sin (thanks for the love)
I wonder what some of my dad's side thought

the ceiling
You would think she praying by the way I got her kneeling
You think you my girl baby I ain't catching feelings
Yeah I'm chillen with my niggas you

She asked me if I liked her
I said somewhat
But not really
And the I called her a cab
When she left I started writing straight up slaughtering tracks

that I've wasted
Need GPS like I'm fuckin lost
Gimme what you got I don't care what it cost
Bobby Brown or Jack Frost
Fuck it bruh I'll take both
FRY MY

My music makes me feel deeply saddened
They say it heals but speak none of what happened
You can choose this surreal form of black magic
Humanity

when I got drunk and puked in an Uber
Stressing less about if music will pay or give me a tumor
I'm thankful for every journal filled with doubts

quite as original
As I
I'm like a hebrew speaking a negro spiritual
I'm motivated, mostly hated by generations
Of rap fans who don't know
How it was all

my life
Cause really I deserve to die
Lost count how many times, that I made my Mama cry
She doing happy dances now, but excuse me while I testify

miss you to death 
Use to split our last for food and smoke what was left
Then they took Robin now I'm in the Batmobile by myself
Praying for cunty she

Mixed and Mastered by: Francisco Javier Perez 
Assistant Engineer: Ferny Coipel
Recorded at: Shack North Studios and Wonder Music Studios
Mixed

That’s no surprise 
That chick a hoe, that’s why she caught me by the eye 
Cuz i’ve been hurt too many times, im only with her for the night, there’s

to be here
I got jazz in my soul, when I beat it
She a get jazz in her throat
No teeth in it, wanna refill it
Get clean and leave with it
Or leave with

One Love

Cormega

DJ Hotday Present Lost & Unreleased Instrumentals

2007

she know we want to murder
a yo that shit about Jerome's niece is foul
she was bringing niggaz mad loud when we was locked down
put around town the 4

Keep It Playa

Boss Hogg Outlawz

Screwed: Back by Blockular Demand

2008

a little margarita 
Mane, them draws comin' off when she see the two-seater 
So put your Porche up, (uh) 
Get your divorce up, (uh) 
I'm sure she'll sign