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poor, now got racks to the floor and an album if i ever drop that (uhhhhhh)
nigga talking out lip he don't how represent
100 something shooters treat

her bounce house
We were bouncing around, and we had no doubts
Going all around like a trampoline
Yeah we know how to make a scene

I came up to your

let's hop on dis plane
Ditch yo ex dude you don't need to explain
We on fire more so than that one girl (Fyeee)
Take your casetinas off kno you tired
Face

trying to breathe
I speak with fiery speech
I am besieged by liars
Trying to be what I am
But I am unique
Maybe it's finally time that I leave
And find

cuffed a bag without a single show
I know some people left me on the road
They switched up for a deal but they never really blow
BIG names on your albums

it made!
There's metal in your nose
So you're metal enough for me!

I just met a woman with some style
She says "piercing's punk" but it's
Metal all

I'm so sure that I show no mercy
I'm so pure
I might leave your nose coke thirsty
Hot boy, hot oil, every verse fryin'
Suicide Music will be the
Last

all in ya ears when you hear it
It's all in the notes and the lyrics
Just call me a goat by my appearance
Mmm but I just really don't see it
Until I get

looking I see temptation by Satan
It's quite amazing
But it's oh so draining
All these pictures that I painted
Like I was Picasso
It ain't black and white

Aye, moving like Biden I ain't trying to be a victim
City colder than a junkie attitude without prescription
I ain't got opps but if it's yours

It was all a dream, I wanted to make it big
Wanted to freestyle with Pac, or rock a stage with B.I.G
Inspired by Em on Up I'm Smoke; my favourite gig

At first when it started, girl you opened up my eyes
I swear I saw our future when I looked up at the sky
Before I was heartless, you were always

down to it
You know I put in work
West coast, east coast
Any wave I surf
Around the world
My music is getting played
We manifesting the plot
The album is

different side
Need a girl who meet my quota
By my side like when I blow up
Peace the only sign I throw up
Immature, but trying to grow up
Everybody words got

still that motherfucker that your girl dreams about
She thinks about how my beard would feel while I eat her out
All I need is weed and music, you can

down to it
You know I put in work
West coast, east coast
Any wave I surf
Around the world
My music is getting played
We manifesting the plot
The album is

around my ankles
I spank her with 20 Glizzys on
She don't know what hit her dog
Thunderstruck by stardom
Thundercat, aux cord
She bussing back long strokes

album
I'm euphoric, I just come alive, that's the outcome

Natural born, sinner born, famous, what's the value
Wasn't no one with me in the jet but I'm

fucked your hoe, she scream my name
I put the dick up in her spleen
Okay, like fuck that shit
Never goin' back, I can't repeat again
I might drop a single

committed to it
How? my last album costed bills to do it
Everything I had into it I was so damn real to music
Probably left my girl confused all the time I

Cool ranch on my mouth make your pussy smell weird
No tears, disappeared now I'm back and I'm clear
Don't care about to fuck at this movie premiere

of shadows of doubt
They been watching how I move, so I'm moving around them
Fuck I'm supposed to do if I'm constantly out one
I improve through these albums

getting lit
Take a sip
Take a pic
Take a hit
Bite my lip
Grab your hip
I don't dip
I don't sit cause you going to sit
No complaints cause I don't bitch
No

You comfy really what you tryna say
Cut them off I ain't tryna stay
My girl independent that is A ok
Know my price buy at full cost
Your music trash