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my money, music, my lady
Pulled up big GMC
Yea i'm in a big body truck
That nigga heard them halos made him duck
Walk them down broad day don't give

the end, the the destination it what I'm tryna seek

I make the bars fall like dominoes
New flow but I like it though
She sends X's like tic tac toe
What

able to make life feel not enough
But something changed when she walked in my life
Weather it was by coincidence or fate
My life has changed and here's

the morning
Dip with no goodbye
She aint even make it hard
I dont have to try
We on the same page
On a rampage
Fucked up
Its a renegade
Every weekend like

to many of folks
You just don't get it cause you are the one causing their lows
My propriety it shows, your anxiety it blows
Like she sucking on my toes,

it's selfish if I live it quietly
This what you get when you take a lil nigga by the projects
With a heart of gold and a mental that be complex
You put

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

streams like I need to breathe
Music is just for me so that's what I bleed
Stay strong fulfill my needs
I ain't done so why keep it clean?

I spit it real

ain't over till she sings
Well fuck it I'm bout to
Flip it around to
All you motherfuckers who's hatin' and doubt you
I ain't worried bout you
Cause I'ma

This whatchu get when you mess with the West (West west)
Divided we fall together we stand (Stand stand)
Every ambitious move is a gamble
By any means if

the years or wash all your tears
I think I make you stronger I was the evil one
But I put my soul in it this and it got to be love
Time is passing by with no

it down bust it down
I'm sipping Lean blowing purp by the pound
Ah fuck it up fuck it up ah throw it back throw it back
And when them haters going ham

expensive ass cologne
Deposit racks to the bank teller know me by my name
I make music for the trappers wrong artist for some pain
I was only selling weed got

effort you can not purchase
I know that I’m about to purchase you some Louie some Burkin
She love when I’m romantic
It’s like I’m speaking in cursive
These

The best in my year, validated by Some niggas you feared
I'm all in for my niggas out here
She wanted ends bitch don't come Around here

I got a badie,

feelings
Hi there, how you doing?
I try and keep my mind the coolest place for you miss
Throw in some pain and pleasure in the form of music
Your heart will

Crenshaw baby
Grow up in the
Hood
But momma
Kept it solid
Made look
Good
Never had
Ahh daddy nigga
Left when I was
Like 2
Get my lady
Pregnant
Never

Y’all really don’t understand
I grind for 3 fuckin’ months working 2 jobs during the day
Just to blow it all in one night for one music video

Killed parents then shot up graduation
Music to be murdered by playin
Just wanna b valedictorian 
Pussy this isn't vacation 
TB will kill you no

I'm still searching for my soulmate
Somehow I haven't found her on 100 online dates
I thought I saw her on the street, but she did not make me

I'm war torn Spider-Man still in the plastic package casing
I make music for bored geniuses of the Mega-Man generation
Most of us will probably die like

to listen write this in a composition

Start manifesting your visions stop fucking wishing
Make away, every day especially if you got children.
And pay

guys will love me constantly
Make me advocate
Put on that show
Money falls from every angle stopping me is impossible
If you were inside my head you

the player
I'm talking with you even though it's late
Let's roll it up and they we'll medicate
I know you feel the vibe and it be great
She said to come on by