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the branches that we hold and now a fungus grows
Guess thats how the jungle goes
Guess we gotta hunt alone
We ain't feedin nothin when we judgin knowing one

on salary
But they gotta clean up their own coffee grounds!

Ain't that what life's about?  Have I left anything out?

There are ways to make this world

excuses That bad bitch leavin' abusers
We ain't forget how y'all used to abuse us But you still tryna go fuck with our music
Fuck with our food? Fuck with

to the mall, but I can't bring you home to NeeNee
That don't mean you not enough, but what I do know is you sneaky
How I know that you won't go behind my back

a Bugatti
And they ain't even fuckin' got it
Goddamn, I said
Oh, oh, uh-oh
Where did all the real music go
Everybody wanna be somebody
But they ain't willing

Come on rock rock on
Come on

Townships who we are
We overcame so far
Young black superstars
Went from toy jeans to expensive cars
Changing life by

sport
I always want more
I'm feeling torn
Go through the ceiling once I go through the door
Uh
A dangerous mind
A gift or a curse
Made by design
How does

ya in ya place
Cause all that i've shown, is from me and mind alone
To state what I see, going aside the microphone
It what I gotta go and grow, to let

fly, I'm so fly, am I ever gonna land? I'm like I don't know, I ain't got no plans
Everything I ever been is everything I am with you
I can tell you

might be struck by lightning
If I ever think about makin her wifey
That'll be, level 10 blasphemy
You bother me and I'll wring
You by ya collar B
I know

the scriptures she Said it is written
I hate it I go through the pain
I'm goin insane with all of These things that am facing
So you think you gonna make it in

You might look up and I'll be gone
Taking a long road young god 
I'm only going place the gods go
Unbothered Prometheus deliver the gospel
Cover up

you don't even gotta try
When you're fried, third degree burn
Nobody's really with the mumble
So go ahead and wait your turn
Too much time and blood
In

Worst thing they could've did, was let me get that monkey off my back and get myself
Back in that yo
And get myself back on the go
It's made to be

slide on me, I would sleep just like a possum
And you got two bad friends, bring 'em I'm tryna fuck 'em
You gotta let me fuck your best friends, let me

Nigga thought he was slick came thru trynna drive slow

Nigga cmon what LilJu hop out work dat switch
I'm da type to get u set up by a bitch give her dick

While I'm going through the stages of life
I'm just hearing all this bullshit how we can't go and fight
While I'm thinking every night
Looking in

Tryna focus, been full of doja with that Glock by my belt
Yeah, forgive me Lord, I gotta work on myself
Up to par, but in reality I was searchin' for

outta 10 I'll do whatever juss to get by
Roll another spliff, talk to myself I got a great mind
Gotta practice patience cuz I know its finna time
Imma

want my dime back home 
Cause I been sitting by my phone
And lately I been all alone
Like I cant even find my zone
You gave me dialtone baby and i cant

Damm
The way that I feel how can I tell if it's real
I gotta put you inside of my will cuz you be giving me chills
Getting me by you know that I need

pop it
Hundred dollar bills, I'll top it

(Hanging from my neck ice cold)

Hanging from my neck, ice cold
Stay by my side, don't go
She leave me

touch down 
Young TrapStar Drop a rack on a buss down
Want a million dollars so I gotta go and trap now 

In the stu we trap trap 
Drop a rack no rap cap

that we all go thru 

I will take the fall for you grab the clock 

When you call let off 1 or 2 

We got a future we just gotta leave the past 

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