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Roll it by myself
Getting higher than my pay stub
Niggas never say none
Fuck it, I'll do it
This life bout getting through it
Find yo hustle getting

controlling my hurt times, when he be tryna leave us merked by them sedatives that he pass
Into my system, it's who I'm shifting my behavior tryna evade
And I

drop haha yea nigga
I'm ready to shoot to the top like a missile
If you don't rock with the kid you against him
This is the dawn of a new king
So clean

it when it pass right by
I can't lie what it mean to me
The possibility, all the scenery
Universal healthcare know it plain to see
If we, recognize

and the story ends
While we were crying along the dark river
In this bright city of liquid rocks
Where life seems to be
A cut above
Whatever will happen next

the keys to the city like Kendrick Lamar
People talk, and that shit won't stop
RIP DJ Scott La Rock
Ugh, RIP Ricky, this is for you my brotha
There will

the gutter like rag dolls by cops in different spots and when the missions was bad calls I got hold of some rock and I won't  mention the bag armer but I stood

the house wit a whole lotta money
I keep the shit rubber-banded by the hunnids
The pistol on me i keep it for the dummies
I wrap the moon rock in the paper

it like Drake
Start cooking It's time to bake
You got Diamonds, but I can see it's fake
I'm popping off in a basket
My House is nothing but an asset
I

hose
More money, more problem, big pop a hose
Shorty thick as f**k

And she knows I'm gon' rock it
She know I got that gas
Keep em' lit like house

and sympathy
Use crocodile tears to mask your insanity
Throwing rocks from a glass house of depravity

American boy, serve your country
American boy, the one who

Pull out yo clock it's time to rock pull out yo skate it's time to race
Imma stash it by da tire in case Im flicked by da jakes
I'm cruising in my

fought up in your mind
Whether you ready or not
Humanity's poorly equipped
House made of glass and we still in this bitch throwin rocks
It's making me sick

times
Imma throw this btc in cruise while she giving me top
I went to school they rocked the jays I used to rock the reebok
The shit that used to make you

Verse 2:
New city new house new car/
New cloths new mirror you are hype hoorah/
Feel like you might belong till you fired from ya new job/Tired never too

shut up, she not what family worth
I done came in with a bang, I feel like Kurt
Carry the whole city on my back Diamonds in my rings and on my plaques

as crystal
Flowing yet still
Springing from our God and from the Lamb cll the Dead Sea, and sodom's city Redeemed by holy waters streaming down cnd by our

Or drunk wines that come from cellar basements
Rough rhymes you can tell my greatness
Powerful enough propel hella spaceships
Houses shaking, banging,

make sense
'Cause I stay by myself I ain't need no bitch
I just need my cash, I jus need my chick
All these blue strips got em thinking I'm a Crip
I just

you arrive 
I'll be at that British place 
A splash of whatever you call the house white 
A double Old Tom on rocks

I've got new shoes on the street

think the country's rather
More inviting round the coast
Anyway, I'll stay at present
At a boarding-house in town
Drinking beer and lemon-squashes
Taking

A bad breezy up in Boston stalk a nigga

I got a safe house in Safe City
Every rental I rent, plates tinted and it got weight in it
On turnpikes I turn

I'ma take my one chance to
Fuck the arse off her
Never call her back, hit my casket proper
Soon as I rock the stage
Get your mind blown by it
Soon as I'm

a bitch and all that, I'ma take my one chance to fuck the arse off her
Never call her back, hit my casket proper
Soon as I rock the stage, get your mind