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medals round my neck, I'm pullin' up, bitch, give me sex

Brush my teeth when I hop off the bed and go stop in the mix
Wanna slide like every night, but

from the era where My niggas love to get low
Don't give me that family, Roof is by law I smoke that Good shit, watch a real Nigga

Flow
And like 11-5,

a side
Just Make sure you ain't siding with me
I rather stay to myself
Then be surrounded by the fake shit
Fake hugs stay away
Ion want the fake love
Cold

Surrounded by angels they my entourage
Watch out for demons try to camouflage
I'm never worried I'm blessed with discernment
Faith is dead without work gotta

I was wondering if you would make the connection,
I'm over these drugs and found an obsession,
With writing these lyrics just give me a second,
I'll

out the dirt
Keep the mask down, I gotta make it out first
I don't take niggas on dates, but I had to take him out first
Give-e fuck by what he say, if

I'm only goin' to give (three minutes) out of the six.
Something's wrong ( 3 minutes), I can feel it

Satan is sick. From sucking my dick.
I think

it's meant to be
Then I'll never attempt to work on me
Forever I shall now be tortured by the ones who believed in me
You'll never believe a word that

Cause we can't go back to them old days, work a minimum wage

For the boss, man, so I'm turnin' myself to a CEO
Stackin' my dough like a PPP, ain't no

a dream pretty much
Don't give me SI's, my nigga, I'm not easy to bluff
Cause after that there'll be no reason to trust
She caught me my other girl, but I

broke
He run to social media when RVSE jump in her throat
Man I'm a kill you; fucking off you
Ain't gone be enough of you to put in a coffin
I'd advise

Take me down to
Dublin City
Where the homeless sleep
On the streets of pity
Cause we're run by Arseholes
Give em passes
All too busy arguing
Between

Rolling through clay co about a hundred grams

Get it by the bundle, nigga, like I work at Sam's
Money coming in, Uncle Sam, I'm Sam, I am
You nigga broke,

be saved'
Look, he countin down the tally marks on his grave'
4 walls, one bed'
Man, he rather be dead'
Holding tears back, curled up' holding his

No pressure when I write this verse
Take time tryna make things work
Catch my vibe can't stay too turnt
Turn the heat up ain't no sweat on my t shirt

I used to miss our drives on late nights
Pictures with you by the lake side
Now we both alone right right

But now I don't need you
But now I don't

let's move onto something else, fine

Forget what you're tellin' me, do what I gotta, man
I got the remedy, one of kind, but they never selected me
I

Salute…to that ass in them jeans
She a trooper shorty could've did a stint with the marines
And she get to the bag by any means
So any thing she need

I aint hiding from shit, they better come and get me
Pray for any nigga who want war with me
Jumped off the porch and turned to Mad Max, mad man

switch For the love of a bitch
Forever stay strong Keep going can't Quit
With age Yeah I get better like wine
Put in the work if it means overtime
Dem

must have overslept
Gotta get my thoughts together now and hold my breath
Ah stand and stretch shoot my man a text
He shoots me back the flex emoji says

Yeah, AL-Be-Zoo-X
My short breath is followed by the vortex
Am I finally free from all this damn stress
I know not, I've repented a lot, but so what

In yo' bitch bed, but I ain't there to fabricate
Grown man stash, but I ain't even graduate
I'm sellin' green like I work at a Packers game
Yo bitch

a the wilderness a carry Jah Jah work And me serious and me nah laugh.
Him say son open your mouth and don't be afraid.
I will give you the words weh fi talk.
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