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House, two kids and a dog
Everything feels so strong.
I just want to be loved
By you
But I have nothing for you
Hope your dreams will come true
What

What you bout to you get
A'int what you think you want
Sike
I stick a brick in its place and build the house I flaunt
Everything I get is everything

Ahh ahhh
Free daddy from the jail house
Mama try raise sons thats dangerous
Berbertov free kick thats dangerous
Give a man free licks thats 
Feeling

never heard of it
Okay, I'm out of burners, bitch (down)
Damn, give her that dirty dick, turn around
I'd say be personally mercy for now
But if you try me

then it clicked
The Almighty must have used a different material when it was your turn to be made

I refuse to simply pass by though; I doubt I've met

pretend

I don't know where I'll be in three years
It doesn't bother me, I'm driven by fears
If no one has faith in these words that I bend
It's alright,

And hope that you say yes

You talk about your plans 
I talk about school
You give me tips on how 
To keep myself cool
The rolling paddocks 
Are still burned

I am not the one that you take back home, I'm the type to bring that bag back home
Give it all to my mom, so she can recall why her son been gone

the money not girls.
Banks and the clubs don't mix
I'm often at the bank not the clubs.
I need the money, a rollie and a rari.
A house by the lake matter

kills me.
I'll see the other side.

As I drive through this memory.
Of what a town's supposed to be.
Boarded houses, broken windows.
Reflecting parts

Yeah, I met a couple of people

And now they don't give a fuck about me
I'm just a hard person to find nowadays
I'm just taking all of my time
To work

Jump in that car, and I yewn get the top gone
When I'm trappin' at the damn crib, I use the house phone
Nigga, I be speakin' this shit, my damn mind

tragic, yeen fuckin' with it
Now come on down to the magic city
And they say it's real tragic, yeen fuckin' with it
First off nigga, I'ma start by sayin'

life play
Better late than never's what I always heard Slow grind better than no grind, I give you my word
We out here extra active, pursuin' them better

I'm using mine right
I'm just a nigga, all I want is the limelight
Look at me, you could tell that I shine bright
My life, my life, my life, my life

arose from the ashes, give me my flowers, I arose for all of my actions
Facing all the distractions, still verbally never lacking
Verb, I'm always about

set for life
If I let him get me pregnant

Had to repeat that shit
I felt that shit when Latto said it

I'm tryna give this lame a chance
But fuck that

all them orange
Yeah, I'ma get these bitches, turn them orange
I'ma put them in my movie and I score them
Baby, don't bring by me a Tesla, I won't floor

zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
Me myself I got nothing to prove

You got a fast car
I got a plan to get us out of here
I been

fucka aint get no play
By the look you got prolly CP on your PC
But you got VPN so FBI cant see
You might have little girls cryin' and shit
But

boardinghouse by the lake
Majestic trees on the other side in the fog
This is where you'll leave me behind

I'll wake up an old man
Living in the house all alone

to serve the judge for real
Had to do it for real
All my brothers, all my brothers
Raised by each other
They ain't have no motherfucking mother
Or no father

That's the story, history, for me, the metaphoric American Dream in all its glory
Historically it's distorted, unrewarding, disturbing, horrid,

false
Made of truth and gold
Stories surrounded by facts only you and I know
You tryna make me look crazy I took the high road
I been quiet as kept
You