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drumming time
They said it's no coming back
No coming back, Fuck it I come alive
No nigga to run it by
When you the front running guy
There is no side so

I just woke up to a blunt and some coochie,

Breakfast and head she turned me to a smoothie,

Snapped a few pictures right after we finished like

7ft Tall

Urban5

7ft Tall

2017

music serious when my son came to me and said dad I'm so hungry 
I dropped my 9 to 5 high and dry 
I told my boss to fuck your money

Fuck your money
fuck

Since mom and pop left a nigga
I been fighting with grief
No love just hate niggas pray for defeat
I got money on my mind
Like the oh five wheeze
When I

us up for life
It's my only chance to make it The Perfect Plot

Just the thought of it takes me back to when I was a youngin
The very first time I fell

to make it last I hope I'm in a 
Car when I feel the damn crash, cause I wanna die quick, not slow, everything I love is fast
Reality TV, I know that you

everyday but now I'm making music
Put a smile on ya face I wish I can do it 
Now days it's no love what happened to it
You was right by my side when I rode

mentality is something like when glass breaks
But still I got this confidence I'm alpha as fuck
Keep a bad bitch wit me she be backing it up (back)
I just got

see me nurtured by my music
These haters can never move me been grinding since you knew me 
From where I'm sitting I'm just steadily improvin
...Whether

the lawn
I crash my car as you watch all the stars
You dance to the music I'm high off a bar
Roll up the weed from the jar
Roll up the weed and go dark
I'm

everywhere everything I like and take my heart my flag my career don’t even listen to me when you hear I wanna make the greatest history I’m ready to fly not

hit by a moving truck
Stay away but I use to be cool as fuck
Til they started switching now I'm rude as fuck
Kicked her out after fucking she do too

that'll pill ya cap back         
I make a nigga wanna pop up make his body wanna snap back 
 
Cuz you ain't know me when I pull that gap out  
Bet I'll put

calm down saddle bags my music's flawless
She said you make me sick I said bitch you make me nauseas
I use drugs too much
That's what they say
Bet I

beef so we serving em tacos
Everyday I be stacking up money
I stay in my lane give a fuck bout a hoe (yeah)
Head on her shoulders she giving good throat

boy 
Is tryna build himself a future 

I get it's how every parent is (Uh huh)
She only wants to see me win (Ah ah)
And 
I was raised by the wave but

She heaven sent and the way I’m dripping is so menacing
I’m a dog , like im playing fetch man I’m tryna ball
I want it all I’m the first to answer when

to the woman who did create me
She smiled right through the pain it does sound kind crazy
Cause when you give it your all you come out just amazing
Through all

spend an hour by myself
How the fuck will I not make it with all these Hours on the shelf?

Time is money and I believe it is pay me o-clock

Dear my,

will tell you to pass
I might be hiding in the bank drive thru
Hop out yellin' when you arrive too
Think I only got guns well I got a knife too
If you

love to talk a lot of braggin
You deserve an Oscar all the actin
We prefer authentic over cappin
Niggas cant wait for my reaction
When he call you home

Mind gone
It's too high to be found oh yeah
Got bonds that connect me to the sound oh yeah
We'll be on on
If I'm honest
She the baddest
At the party

Iont fuck wit these niggas I’m just tryna get rich
In the studio tryna make another hit
Niggas takin lives everybody seemed pissed
So I ride around

and try to keep it real
Get outa hell and lose the shell
I know that you can tell
You hear it in my voice
Somethings changed
Ain’t the same
This music