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on sativa
Forget about my ex
How I got amnesia
Hit her with the flex
Hop in two seater
But here's the real flex
Villa in Anguilla
Caribbean Blues
Infinity

ain't no slacks
You can help but if you don't do it for em they hate on that
Niggas scared to keep it hunnit bruh fake love don't last
I tried and tell em

on potholes
Uptown for the sneaks
Hunt em down on the creep
I can make 20 bands in a week
By selling this work to these fiends
Pop a molly like a bean
She

nigga that can give her more

Know it don't make sense
But when I'm gone, keep you close to me
I'm on my way home
Told her I'd be there by 3
Missed calls,

scream they do they say dance too
Beach trips oceans views I act a damn fool
Did you down your getting wood right by the mantel
Bitch listen when I talk I

here getting checked up
Nigga please miss me with that fake love
You came around prolly thought that we could make up
I’m holding grudges cause I’m toxic

Feel like Usain how I'm running it up
Pop me two beans I don't give a fuck 
It's 4 in the morning a nigga still up 
Rollin too hard ain't been

Hello! You can find me at Flushing Meadow
Staring at the globe til the sky turn yellow
The dream, was always just to make it out the ghetto
But all I

crib
Now i damn near shed a tear when i ride by where you lived
It's givin' me chills
Felt trapped in my hood that shit felt like a dungeon
Finna kick

got the coin
And by my word we'll make to the other side

Two days ago I bought my ticket home, left you in the promised land
I didn't notice then but I

the arm fear on my mind
Now I can stand on my own two I'm here I'm alive
By any means necessary I really survived

Demons in my area I'm tryna get even

a haunted house, got soul by the pound
If you wanna dance, think about it right now
See, I'm not in it, yo, listen, I'm not in it
This song's about beats,

You're my love affair
I've been lovin' you
Oh
For years
I swear
From your burgers to your shakes
You never let me down
Oh
McDonald's
My favorite place in

in through a back door
And carves out a person and makes you believe it's all true
And now I've got you

And you're not what I asked for
If I'm honest,

wouldn’t be shit without the Poole round me
All the ones who love me and the ones who downed me


 VERSE 2:

Whoop whoop 
That’s the sound of the 5.0
we

through a back door
And carves out a person and makes you believe it's all true
And now I've got you
And you're not what I asked for
If I'm honest, I know I

the kids that have to suffer
My two little nephews are somewhere out there in the gutter
In foster care 
Probably for the best you see my sister she ain't

the boys, they knew her all by name

Now he's a sport and she's a sport
and all the world, they love a sport
And if you got the urge, we got the time
Layin'

that #2 is dehumanized
If you don't believe me then take a look out on the street
Human fucking beings living in refridgerator boxes
Begging assholes

found it 

I saw my inner circling changing I still wished it stayed the same 
Now I'm always in my room alone idolizing fame
But what if I make it

inside the auditorium
Seagulls circle high above the Malibu seaside 
Always and forever got to have you by my side

Honey it's plain to see
When it comes

meal, fold her like bill
Make her my secretary, fold her like Bill
Jack me like Jill, you know know the deal
We all is some grownups, she holding my dill

to love him but it never did take
Was just another way for her heart to break 
So she learned to mend
One thing they don't tell you about the blues when you

he try to run watch em break Dance
get no moe passes this yo last chance
10 shots to the face was ya last glance
And you could tell ima shooter by my