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flippin' Runnin' up them digits, fuck them dumb lil
bitches I was trappin', crabs by day and cake at night
Cook up steak and rice, play might lose your life

nigga that's something that never changed
This that Bryson Tiller song I need something in exchange
Hotter than a chili pepper when she step out in some

Uh Oh
LMG Bitch
Weed S. Bitch
Veeh Lil'Monsterpull
Show out
Takeoff
Lets show out
Uh Oh
Uh Uh Uh Oh
It go uh oh
Gun smoke
Blunt smoke
Don’t choke
Who

Always pissed off, nah you can't tell by my expression
Why's it so hard to find a genuine connection?
Heart on my sleeve, constantly needing some attention

like every other cop
& what's a goat a fr?

Greatest of all time but everyone fall off in a year
& I only see Dark, When I look, in a mirror
Need a bitch

needed a refill
Doing all that tough talking never did a drill
Must've been allergic to them bitches, he need a Benadryl
Wait til twin get home we gon'

the darkness and eternally sleep
If I converse with the universe it isn't all bleak
I need to meditate, and find some peace and quiet helping me to elevate
Right

and live it right
Zero time for the lies you supply
Yeah the line straight imma soldier
Ain't about to sell my soul sir
I got enough on my shoulders
Don't

thankful for the healin', like
I'ma need a nurse, by my bedside, like right now
I be makin' heat, I'm burnin' up just from the damn sound
My conscious I'm

there's the door why give a fuck can't care bout a hoe
No
Bitch I need the money coming by the load
Yea my is Factz I'm counting up them stacks
Uh
When I

Back in the nineties we all needed things big
Now kids wit lil names pump out shitty gucci hits
Admit it I be playin them angles like trig
That schtick

ain't talking Warner
Can catch me in DR, I'm crossing the border

They fucked up the watch and I had to reorder
By 2022, I need me a quarter
These niggas

If tomorrow don't come know where I'll go
I'm sorry this just how life goes
I'm sorry that both my eyes low
I'm just tryna get by on my own
And I get

the bro behind the cage (okay)
Keep the snakes, they some fakes
I don't need em' in the way, huh
Lil n*gga catch a fade (fade)
I ain't talking bout'

the game at high risk
They say i'm too fly, we call that flight risk
Coldest in the city, you can tell by my wrist
I know how this goes, and yes im psychic

a FIGURE
How the fuck you trynna be tough but then I show you I get a lil rough, and now you back sitting on hush and you ain't moved a finger
But honestly I

down and listen like they was my sons I'm dad

I wanted the name now I just the cash
Don't tell me you love me start shaking some ass
Cuz I can't trust

The world is so toxic, I can barely breathe
It's people that's getting killed by the police
That's why every day I get down on my knees 
And pray

I always thought the youngin' had bad luck,
cin't talkin' money I really don't care ima need you to backup,
Yeah,
Can't waste no time this shit

but go to sleep 
Lil dogg just rovered me
Time to get on it 
Up on my track at the crack of the mornin
While niggas is snoring 
I roll refer sip orange

me on
If there's a market for the real, then there's a need for these songs
Since a youngin all I wanted was some peace in my home
Goin through it, it

a rat, just don't be there
He ain't even do shit, so why he there
Lil' bro was just guilty by association
He could avoid all that by isolatin
Now you doin'

the pack and you know I got plenty
Run up a mil by the time I turn twenty
Ask if I got hoes I say I got many
She say I can hit, no need to say twice
I’m

don't understand

Then took so many losses, bitch, I'm talking Benz
We up by 23, y'all need to up the scope
Been sending bitches for a while, I'm talking