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know about shit
I came up from the gutter
Fuckin' sleepin' in piss
I shouldn't have to prove nothin'
Y'all make me sick
And as this story unfolds, it is
don't cry
Tell you what that's a Lie
That's a Lie
If you think about it every time
Every time
Seek a therapist my best advice
Yeah
I was thinking about my
Think they really do it but they young (They just young)
Yeh you got it now 'til you by yourself look at me, I won't use a gun
I'm king of the hill head
Yah I'm feeling good about this

Thought people had your back but it happened quick
The knife went in before you could even think
People left that you
cheese
It's Tommy pickles 
You win some and lose some 
Let's see where that train of thought get you 
I think I can I think I can on this track 
Had
all blood and they mine


Bros all blood and they mine

css so fat she fine

3ve gat he strapped it's pink why you got that pink eye

I do not play it
I hate to say I told you so
Boos on the beat, hold up, hold up, hold the phone
Now they woke like they just came up outta comatose
Now I think we got
an analyst
Common people think of this
As a kind of lonlieness
(I need a straitjacket)
But my doctor said this is
Caused by my neurosis
(Cause my doc said it
out and you're in
It's all about keep wagging
It looks like you do you fit in
Darling.. sweet thing
Keep posing keep on smiling
Daydreaming of the big
You know I’m finna T up on they ol bitch ass
Yeah
Fuck you mean nigga
Do these niggas not know by now
Lemme talk my shit nigga
Aye Beez do these
Naturally bored
Casually write the score
To the next world war as predicted
My Twitter page filled with vindictive little minds
It happens all
three’s for the money


Average joe from the burg
Who think yo bitty a bird
You thinking this shit is crazy
But really shit is absurd
We ain’t never
beer
Write another love song, and wish that you were here
Joe is courting Judy while he's making eyes at Heather
It's just another New York bar
If you
is stacked with more stats gadget comes with
Megabytes,pump up the volumes with megawatts I think this
Gigabyte harder than Jaws bigger bites you get
the roof
And i’m so high think i need me a chute
Backwood so big i call it a brute

Jus keep this G mane you don’t gotta lie 
And i keep making hits mane i
named Joe now investigated for dem birdies 
The dirty ones like Julio he played it foolio he finna crash out 
Dey caught him pants down 
Everything dats
Damn, this life is crazy
I don't got no babies at the same time, trying to find a diamond in a lady
But if I am honest, don't think I could call it
a baby to feed
I feel your hesitation
But I think you might need
To let yourself go
To let yourself go
And “I don’t wanna talk about it”
Is what you always
mind Albert Einstein on a research
I'm I gonna die by drive by or needles
I'm I Muhammad, Nana Selassie or Jesus
Abiding by abiding by basquiat or Jigga
honies waiting
Cause I got more to do, than to be sucked dry
This tough guy, will get by, while the chickens wonder why
I don't be callin cause it's like
in my hand
I don't need to cook it 
I ball so hard don't think I'm no rookie
Yeah 
Don't think I'm no rookie (yes sir) 
Smoking gas every day I'm
Cus I've been pretty open about it 

My friends think that I'm losing my mind 
And I just don't know how to go about it
My friends think that I'm losing
who it is, they ain't nothin' like me

Let me leave off the gig, I'll be home by three, so don't worry about me
I don't worry about you, cause I know
them and I have no fright
Step by step I'm walking it through
Come children and see what uncle do
I'm checking it once or twice
These days I think about

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