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the men, my circle small, you niggas square like comics
Pussy boy don't want no rump with me, if he get static, shock him
I get fly off GP, guess they see me

not, but I still did what I could
To show someone what they deserve, while I feel misunderstood
My heart gets colder by the day, even the days I wear

I see
What my pops been telling me for a long time, those loose lips, sink ships, they, can't
Fight the quick to run, go get the gun, we killing our

off the shelf..
Dont let em keep you from the shit that ya like and you gotta run your own space..
Just Fuck it up, and keep it going, butcha gotta run

all the meanings

Bar for bar, collect it, too picky off the simplest meanings
And I don't wanna hurt nobody, I'm not that type to be feasting
Wait,

where we going
Ghosts of the city babies haunted by the chaos
Date here with death I hope the bitch take a day off
No luck, pulled up, red Ferrari spider

Sprite
When you in this life, keep your gun and move cautious
Hanging around some killers, but we move like some bosses
Tunnel vision, I been bustin' dots

Got me talkin like I made it
My brain, innovative
Know it's rare what I'm displaying
But they pissed off when I say it
Why these bitches actin faded
Cuz

go and sin more
Made it to heaven by the skin of your teeth bones

All rise in the court of the reaper
Jury full of doctors, reverends and teachers

screamin' ZMG
Am i my brother's keeper my allegiance, CMB
Keep buyin' guns and let him talk I let him talk like TMZ
Showtime, we bout to blow we might explode

My song got dropped, got no response, I'm not shocked
So now I've brought all I got
No gun now so go ahead and take your shot
Don't miss or I swear

strengths flaws uncut and raw
Superstars can't turn it off
Shine the brightest by default
If you want respect then take no less
Suppress that hate and stomp

recite like every Chapter of the bible
Why you rapping bout guns
They your idols
Why these rappers be all in my Business tryna see me go spiral Why dont u

double hips
Man, I just walked in by myself, she said I came with extra dick
She got a fat ass, with some warm pussy, feel like he wearin' oven mitts
I

for the fame I wanna get paid
Still gotta change they're tellin' me
So why am I always on the run
Living like I'm dying by the gun
Thinking that I might

My plug go by Jose
Just me and three bitches doing lines off a tray
Sippin' on some Codeine
And I mix it with Rosé
If a hater wont some beef
We gon'

But that's what people want, so maybe I should try
So I'll go and buy a rifle and I put that thing on silent
Then I'll aim it at the world and watch it

home
I can't forget you taught me how to be a man on my own
I lost my nigga to a random act of gun violence
From the mud I had to grow but I could hardly

of impending doom
Like the shark stuffed in the fish tank 
We’re all being consumed
By the bullets or the water
And the information typhoon 
Choose the vest that

know hell hot lil
Bro fresh up off a cell block I helped Him get a bag like a Bell hop
Weed from the west coast come home Pounds By the mailbox work in

a dunce
Say they some killers, them niggas punks
Spin round the corner tryna have me some fun
Loading up chops I make way with this gun
You the type nigga

up, put a stank in it
It's 17, we lit, we takin' a year

7 parkin', I wake up in bed
I'm a gun case, I'm faith in the chair
Tread below, only thing that

Jason
As I see his soul fading, I'm a pop another k pin
And then I blackout, by the morning, think it's just hallucination

Where'd the body go? Did I

All us, all y'all too, it's on shit (repeat 2X)

I'm a kick it off mane, true to tha game, stay the same

Hoovie's what they call me, keep 2 clips for